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The swift strikes of a hammer to anvil had long been silenced over an hour ago. The forge was shut down for the night and ember's put out until the morrow. A tired strain leaned against his work space with a yawn. In his bandanna that hide his ears from the public was tossed to the side. His long fennec ears sprung to life and stretched out. It had been a while since he let those hearing aids out from behind their cloth confines and he must admit it felt wonderful. With his work done for the night he was able to relax for the time being. 

Well, as relaxed as a strain could be among a city he was not familiar with and knew very little about. He didn't know it, but this wasn't his home as the purple had insisted it being since he was found. A part of him wanted to stay due to be in debt for being rescued from a river and being cared for but the other half spoke a different story. It yearned to leave and go some place else. A place that often gave him killer headaches when he tired to recall it. Even now, just thinking about it gave him a headache which would not do. With a sigh, he pinched the crow of his nose. 

Now was not the time to figure out his past. He needed to clean up and close down completely for the night. Turning on his heels he began to organize his tools and shifting them back into proper positions. The weapons he had made and repaired rested off to the side, wrapped in leather to protect him and others from being accidentally wounded. 

It didn't take him long to put away his items and toss his apron to the side. But he didn't want to go back yet. He didn't want to walk back to the Clan's home. Instead, he hopped up and sat on the counter. Idly, he stared off into space but soon found that holding a chunk of steel in his hand was more comfortable. He fondled the material in his bare hands and smile. Slowly, the steel began to heat up in his hands to a temperature that was dangerous to hold for others. But for him it was nothing, it just turned the metal into play dough.

Idly, he pulled at the little ball and bend it into shapes, forming it into a small swan. He picked up a small metal pick and rotated the forming bird in his hands, adding detail to it. Shaping its long neck, its face and then each feather carefully. Time flew by with each movement and before he knew it, it dark outside but the heat of the metal was his only light and it was all he was focusing on. 

Quietly, he hummed a song he learned when he was owned by a church. His attention span remained on the metal figure while not noticing that someone might becoming down to see why he had yet to return or who might be coming to the door. Starling was too busy being in his happy place.

Amber eyes meet those the purple clansmen and he wasn't sure how to react at seeing him. Should he smile or frown? Say hello or walk away? It was difficult to figure out which response would work the best with Zayn. Mostly of this clan wanted to see how far his blood could splatter while others simply ignored him with a dangerous glare.

Uncertainty hit him full on and his gaze dropped with quick defeat. He would remain where he was currently stationed with a single smooth pebble in hand. His thumb and forefinger idly rubbed the stone while looking back at the water. It was true he was a bored strain but company was not something he was quite looking for at the moment. So, he replied gingerly to the other, "No one in particular." He left his reply vague, careful not to target anyone that he might of been hiding from---like the entire purple clan.

The thought occurred to him to correct the snake from calling him a name such as princess. But that would only prove to getting called that more often he was sure. Pulling his hand back he skipped the his last pebble across the water and hide his hand within the warm confines of the blanket.

He turned to glance at the man for a moment as he sat down next to him. He hunched the blanket further over his body for protection, eyes veering back off towards the water. "It was too crowded in the buildings." He offered simply and a small clear of his throat. "And uncomfortable. I was going to back in when things settled down." Which would of been in a few hours when the song was going down. At that time most of the clan would ignore him to entertain guest and go out on missions. This would leave the fox to his own devices and thoughts. Giving him time to maybe dig through his scrambled mind to find hints to his past.

"And its easier for me to think when its quiet." He offered as if his earlier explanation wouldn't be enough to sooth the snakes curiosity. His large ears twitched under the bandana in order to flatten more comfortably on his head.

He wait and waited for an answer. Though it seemed like all he did was confuse his fellow Strain with each word or action. Well, wasn't he just Mr. Stuffy-Pants? The blond puffed out his cheeks like a blow fish who was not going to have any kind of fun tonight. But maybe, just maybe, he can turn the tide to his favor. The extra push into a proper sitting position didn't bother him one bit as he just slumped forward with his arms outstretched. Thin fingers drummed on the counter top and a little hum came from the lad.

The drunk strain turned his head towards his current company with a playful expression. If his ears had not been covered they would of stuck straight out and curved upwards to show his mischievous side coming to life. He continued to hum his little song until after Cas stopped talking. This gave the fox a bit of an opening to reply. Lifting one finger up, he spoke slowly. "The amount of ale that I have consumed is illre--illrelevae-- irrelevant." He then held up to fingers while his head remained on the cold counter. "But what is, is, is that you have yet to have a drink with me!"

He chuckled lightly and dropped his fingers back down on the counter. "And you look like you need a good swag of ale ta me! Two more thingy-a-boobies of ale!" He all but shouted into the air while waving an arm up. Now, could he pay for both? Hell no but did he really care about that? Nope!

He was outside of Purple supervision and if he was going to get punished for it. Well, he was going to have one hell of a good time to make it all worth it! Dropping his arm back down on the counter with a heavy thump, he leaned over to peer at Cas. He stared at him for a good minute before looking down and back up at him.

"Hey. Hey, buddy." he said in a whisper. "Ya got a fuzzy critter stuck to your ass. Might wanna get that looked at."

Some days you just need to break free and have a bit of time to yourself. Others, you just need to take the money and run like the little thief that you are or else you would never get that time. Which is what the little blond had done. It was close to eleven at night and his Keeper had been busy with his own personal business and forgotten about Starling. The same could be said about his Keeper's coin purse that rested on his dresser. Now, being from the Red Clan, Starling saw no issue taking the money for a good time. But, a part of him that was stuck in Purple as property knew that taking a few gems could lead him to a rough not. Though not the enjoyable kind that he might fancy on another night.

Was taking the gems worth a few bits of bruising and possibly a split lip? Probably not, but the young Strain wanted to go out and have a good time rather then being cooped up within a single building. With a quick decision he took the money and left with a bandana over his head. He was out and reached the bar in under twenty minutes. It seemed his spontaneous action was working out rather well.

Especially, when he finally got to set down and have his first mug of ale for the first time in a while. It was down right delicious and he helped himself again, and again to another round. At some point, he lost track of how much he drank and how much money had spent. He didn't care though, he was having a great time and singing to himself.

He stopped for a moment to peer into his mug and frown. Was it empty? He was empty. Well! That wouldn't do at all! He needed at least one more serving of this fine stuff before he went somewhere to crash to sleep off the effects of ale. Otherwise, going back drunk might not work well to his advantage. But Money. Money was the issues.

The smith looked to his right and then to his left. Ah, there was a few gems right there next to a fellow drunk. It was easy as pie! He stood, stumbled into the man and took what was needed and returned to another seat for another helping. It was so simple stealing and the idiot didn't even notice. He was now a few gems short. "Mmm, ale. Ale. Ale. Wonderful ale." He giggled to himself while looking down at the small amount of money. It might just be enough for one other round.