Ravens were not an uncommon sight in the woods, or foraging along the outskirts, as a trio were doing again today in the waning Leafchange afternoon. The days were growing shorter again, and as the shadows lengthened the air took on the slightest of chills, a welcome refreshment after the punishing warmth of Longheat. The three birds - one black, one white, and one grey - croaked and chirred to each other with small, companionable noises as they foraged through the long grasses for summer-fattened bugs or small rodents. Other birds flitted and sang their autumn songs nearby, and a large falcon sat perched in a tree, watching with interest to see if the ravens would stir up anything he could try to snag. Hidden in the grasses at the base of a tree, a rusty-grey gryphon napped in the honey-gold sunshine, camouflaged into the fall colors and virtually invisible against dry grass and reddish bark.
For most it was an unremarkable scene, an autumn idyll painted in rustic brushstrokes and scented with ripening apples and just a dash of cinnamon. For Kiada, however, the tree would be a landmark for the message asking her to meet a feathered fellow for a friendly fracas in the fading fall light.
He had seen her name on the board, after all. And perhaps they both had a few tricks they could teach each other to help get through the coming Trials.
Kiada
For most it was an unremarkable scene, an autumn idyll painted in rustic brushstrokes and scented with ripening apples and just a dash of cinnamon. For Kiada, however, the tree would be a landmark for the message asking her to meet a feathered fellow for a friendly fracas in the fading fall light.
He had seen her name on the board, after all. And perhaps they both had a few tricks they could teach each other to help get through the coming Trials.
Kiada
