Forbidden or not, at least it's quiet.

Sagari sat on a toppled over tree looking over at Arty as he paced in frustration. The tree, judging from the length of the limbs and sturdiness of it's base, had not been very old. And it was cut clean from the bottom. This led her to believe that there had been a fight, because if it had been chopped down for any other reason it would not had been left to rot. She felt for the tree. She, in a sense, had also been thrown aside and forgotten. Until of course she had told her parents about Arty, then they had no problems trying to exploit her.
She let out a sigh and picked a leaf off the ground, channeling a little bit of her energy into the leaf she blew it towards Arty when is landy on his fluffy arm it popped into a cloud of smoke with Sagari's voice.
Calm down, Arty. It's not that big of a deal.

Not that big of a deal? NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL?! Will you look at this and be serious, Sagari! Arty howled as he shoved his brown torn arm at Sagari, there was a slight rip at the tip of his paw. He was always so dramatic.

Arty, chill. she said and looked up at the sky trying to block out Arty's whining.

Sagari, and Arty both were frightened by the new voice coming from behind them. Arty automatically went into the "I am not a real talking bear but a fluffy and cute toy" by falling over onto the ground with a plastic grin upon his fuzzy lips. Sagari reacted in a more lethal manner by jumping up from the log and into a fighting stance with one leg in front of her body the other behind balancing her weight and her arms out in front.
Is that a threat or an offer? she hissed through clenched teeth, she motioned with her head and Arty stood up and ran behind her. For a bear he was a total wimp, but hey, he was made out of fuzz.

Sagari studied the young man for a moment, and convinced that he was no danger to her, or at least none that she couldn't defend herself against, she relaxed her stance and put her hand forward towards him.
Hello, my name is Sagari. Sagari Nianya. An old gypsy name, I'm not entirely sure what either mean. And this is Artan, she said motioning to Arty with her head. He squiremed uneasily behind her calve. I call him Arty, and if you gain his trust, you can too. she said with a smile and waited for the young man to reply.