Callum
This is a black market reformation
He has to admit, her eagerness is catching, and he watches her bounce forward towards the trees with a light chuckle through the Attuned bond. He commits her name to memory - something tells him she's going to be someone to watch - and flutters his wings. Yep, he drawls, taking off from the wellhouse roof. This way.
He leads the way through the trees and into Mourn, all rolling hills and grasslands as far as the eye can see. They're just over the rise to the east, he says, keeping his eye on the blink hares nibbling on the waving grasses on the other side of the hill. He circles lazily, looking for all the world like a falcon just soaring on the wind. It won't do to scare the hares before Nova has a chance to stalk them, after all. They're all yours.
He leads the way through the trees and into Mourn, all rolling hills and grasslands as far as the eye can see. They're just over the rise to the east, he says, keeping his eye on the blink hares nibbling on the waving grasses on the other side of the hill. He circles lazily, looking for all the world like a falcon just soaring on the wind. It won't do to scare the hares before Nova has a chance to stalk them, after all. They're all yours.
Keep your lips closed
