Grimm drifts down, eagle wings flaring and catching the wind to slow his descent. His talons reach, sharp and prepared to grip the ground for landing; but before they make contact, talons become boots, leather connecting softly with the grass outside the pegasus enclosure. Brown and white feathers shift to tanned skin and long brown hair, his shoulders rotating as if to remind his body what it's like to have arms instead of wings.
He has already spotted the visitor, has already been expecting her to stop by for some time. Lena's notes had catalogued all the people whom she'd consulted for, and although they hadn't included comments on physical appearance, the woman before him is unmistakably comfortable in the spurs and cowboy hat. She's obviously not a librarian or jeweler.
Moving with the calm confidence of the predators beneath his skin, Grimm strolls closer. "Colt?" The 't' drops off slightly with his accent, the deep timbre of his voice carrying like the sunlight baked earth. His dark eyes scan her, waiting for the confirmation of who she is and why she's come to interrupt his work.
He has already spotted the visitor, has already been expecting her to stop by for some time. Lena's notes had catalogued all the people whom she'd consulted for, and although they hadn't included comments on physical appearance, the woman before him is unmistakably comfortable in the spurs and cowboy hat. She's obviously not a librarian or jeweler.
Moving with the calm confidence of the predators beneath his skin, Grimm strolls closer. "Colt?" The 't' drops off slightly with his accent, the deep timbre of his voice carrying like the sunlight baked earth. His dark eyes scan her, waiting for the confirmation of who she is and why she's come to interrupt his work.
Grimm
Warriors don't show their heart until the axe reveals it.
