Callum circles, and circles, and circles some more; time ticks away as he stares down the other hawk, neither one advancing or retreating. It isn't until a voice rings out across the Attuned bond that surprise ripples out from the mercenary, and perhaps a bit of sheepishness that he hadn't thought to try to communicate with the other hawk first. That's a relief, he replies smoothly, tamping down on his emotions and settling for amusement. I was beginning to wonder.
With that seemingly settled, something catches Callum's attention: a painted egg (the fuck?) nestled into the grass of the Barrows. Interesting, but bizarre. Are you hunting eggs, by chance? he asks conversationally, gesturing pointedly with his beak towards the item. And if so, might I suggest a friendly airborne spar for that one?
With that seemingly settled, something catches Callum's attention: a painted egg (the fuck?) nestled into the grass of the Barrows. Interesting, but bizarre. Are you hunting eggs, by chance? he asks conversationally, gesturing pointedly with his beak towards the item. And if so, might I suggest a friendly airborne spar for that one?
With quiet words I'll lead you in and out of the dark
