Arialla let out a ragged little huff that was the closest she could get to a chuckle in her eagle form -- Henry's question left her somewhere between sheepish and amused. Rueful, really. With as much dignity as she could manage, she said, "My spunk is perfectly intact, thank you -- but I imagine it's best not to antagonize each other in such ... close quarters."
A fear of the ocean? Arialla nodded a little. Despite growing up on the coast, she could understand such a fear -- Poseidon's wrath could be deadly if one didn't respect his domain, and sometimes even if one did. The risks of going out on the water could be mitigated if you knew what you were doing, but they were never zero. "It's brave of you to come out here, then. The ocean can be ... inhospitable."
She almost said dangerous, but she didn't want to exacerbate his fear.
A fear of the ocean? Arialla nodded a little. Despite growing up on the coast, she could understand such a fear -- Poseidon's wrath could be deadly if one didn't respect his domain, and sometimes even if one did. The risks of going out on the water could be mitigated if you knew what you were doing, but they were never zero. "It's brave of you to come out here, then. The ocean can be ... inhospitable."
She almost said dangerous, but she didn't want to exacerbate his fear.
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
