*Vermilion let out a sigh of relief, idly running her talons along her pendant as she stared at the roof of the barn she'd decided to hide in for the moment. For now, she could gaze at the dark oak wood and relax on the slightly itchy hay pressing against her feathers.* *The low groan of an old barn door opening snaps her out of her thoughts, a slight amount of panic and dread seeping into her chest at the thought that her old master somehow already managed to find her. She peeks through the ...