Am I Not Entertained?!

Ooh! Sparrow knew that voice. Currently she was half up the side of the barn seeing if her claws could take her to the roof for a far-out looking spot. There was also that cool looking owl that liked to sit in the rafters and Sparrow was sure its feathers would make a pretty... something. She had been clear about leaving and making a pirate band, but she hadn't had The Talk with Tyr yet and while she was sure he would support her, there was something sad and serious about it and Sparrow, like her father, tended to avoid such topics.

But now there was one of her promised followers calling at the border, so Sparrow dropped down, marched past the tractor and loped towards the caller, trying to put on her calm and casual demeanor in front of the older woman. "Impatient, huh? Or did you hear about how good our booze is here and you wanna buy in?" she called warmly as she approached, no hesitation as she came within a comfortable distance of the woman.