Harper
Though all of them are familiar to Harper, he is undeniably most attuned to Maeve. Call it their friendship, the years of working together at the Halenani, or being her right hand to Ray's left. It doesn't require explanation, it's instinctual. So when the sound in the woods is registered with his heightened hearing, he immediately drops a wing and circles lower, sharp avian eyes noting the unnatural shifting of the underbrush that signifies a presence of some kind.
"Maeve," he croaks, grateful for his crow ability to speak in halting words since he can't reach through the Attuned bond to grab her attention. Diving quickly, he aims straight for the underbrush, wings snapping open to beat his wingtips against the bush in hopes of scaring whatever was inside out into the open.
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Harper sees the rustling and warns Maeve, then dives and tries to startle whatever is inside out into the open.
"Maeve," he croaks, grateful for his crow ability to speak in halting words since he can't reach through the Attuned bond to grab her attention. Diving quickly, he aims straight for the underbrush, wings snapping open to beat his wingtips against the bush in hopes of scaring whatever was inside out into the open.
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Harper sees the rustling and warns Maeve, then dives and tries to startle whatever is inside out into the open.
the light is coming
to return everything the darkness stole
to return everything the darkness stole
