Callum
This is a black market reformation
Callum ignores the girl's irritation. This is the most fun he's had in weeks, and it's all because of Nova's clear lack of experience - although, to be fair, what she lacks in ability, she more than makes up in enthusiasm. I'm a peregrine falcon, he points out instead. I can't help but be fast. A poor joke, perhaps, but a joke nonetheless - perhaps a peace offering, just in case she proves to be the sort who attacks the poor mercenary who has led her to prey.
And it seems, in the end, that perhaps Callum has misjudged the girl yet again, because there she goes, shifting on the fly to land on one of the blink hares, taking it - and the mercenary - entirely by surprise. Well done, Cal says idly, flapping his wings as he dips between thermals. Now what? They make a fine stew, if you're so inclined.
And it seems, in the end, that perhaps Callum has misjudged the girl yet again, because there she goes, shifting on the fly to land on one of the blink hares, taking it - and the mercenary - entirely by surprise. Well done, Cal says idly, flapping his wings as he dips between thermals. Now what? They make a fine stew, if you're so inclined.
Keep your lips closed
