We've been reading Romeo & Juliet in school recently so if my dialog seems a bit... archaic, that's why. I swear I wasn't trying to write it Shakespearean Style, but it turned out that way.
"Ach! Why must I stay in the house during a festival!" Prudence paced around her room, upright and with perfect posture. "Humpf. I've already read over half of our library, and still they think me unlearned and unready! It's not as if I haven't survived on my own." Sue, sitting on the windowsill, cocked her head at Prudence. Pru noticed, and thought up another way to escape. She hurried over and started to whisper to her friend.
"Alright, Sue, we're sneaking out, again. They'll have the servant at my door this time, but I think I can make it out the window." The young cardinal chirped at her. "I know it's on the second story, but I think I can do this. Please!" Sue turned her head as if to ignore her. "Oh you jerk!" Pru hurried over to her bed and pulled out her street clothes. She took off the dress, the brassiere, and all the other junk she had to wear. Tugging the slightly over sized outfit on, she grabbed her fine rapier and scooted over to the balcony.
"So you're just gonna let me do this without any help?" Sue gave a single chirp. "Fine then, I won't buy you your biscuit." Pru knew this would convince her companion. The bird chirped a few more times, then flew down and surveyed the grounds. Pru watched through her and concluded that the garden was empty. She threw her legs over the railing one at a time, and when she was about to drop there was a yelling at the door.
"Prudence," the loud voice said. "Please open the door, your father needs to talk to you!" Frightened, she accidentally let go. Pru fell down into a topiary bush below, completely ruining it.
"Sue! Go and watch my father while I escape! Distract him long enough for me to climb the wall!" The cardinal chirped with distaste, but, of course, obliged. Prudence hurried through the garden, killing many of the prized flowers.
"Prudence! Open this door, servant, I must see my daughter!" There was a clanking at the door and then it swung open. With a quick glance, Lord Shea knew her daughter had left. "You're fired," he barked at the small man who was supposed to be guarding the girl. "PRUDENCE! IF YOU DON"T GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT I SHALL DISOWN YOU!" His face was cherry red with anger. But then he noticed Pru's companion.
"You, bird. Show me where my daughter may be and I promise I won't ring your little neck myself!" Sue chirped a rude slur. Lord Shea assumed it was a yes. "Well? Show me or will I have to have Bishop have to pin you to the ground!" Sue chirped again, but flew out this time. The large owl Bishop followed. The little bird yelled as best a little bird could at Prudence climbing over the wall.
"What is it," she asked, but then she noticed the owl. With a sudden rush of adrenalin, the girl hauled herself over to outside the grounds and ran with Sue into the crowds. Several passersby noticed her and realized she was of the Shea line, and they all got out of her way. "No, no! Get Bishop off my trail," she asked pleadingly to the people. None of them wanted to gt in the way of that owl, though.
Seeing there was no hope, Prudence rounded a corner into an alley and waited with her weapon drawn. "I do not wish to hurt you, Bishop, but I must have my own life to live." When the owl rounded the corner, she delivered a gash to its wing. Kneeling only to apologize, the girl without a home anymore bolted into the streets.