This ain't no place for the weary

*Pyralis* · 05-11-2017, 06:25 PM

How wicked these,
How wicked these hours

Pyralis drank in the cool breeze and the eerie echo of Naamah's voice off the canyon walls. The red-eyed woman had lived in Auster all her life spending much of it alone. Alone. That was an interesting word to a woman like Pyralis. Alone was a state she'd had to actively seek out in her wanderings. Having such an extensive family she never felt truly alone and perhaps that was a blessing despite occasional conflicts and a father that had… certain expectations, expectations that Pyralis had almost seemed to go out of her way to deviate from.

Suddenly something dove out of the sky, Pyralis snapped to a battle-ready position only to see a small bird cawing excitedly as Naamah addressed him. A pet? Her head tilted to the side. "Beneficial thing? How is a baby bird benef-" Pyralis stopped herself as the gears in her head started to turn with all the possibilities and she grinned. "He would be a fantastic spy. I can see how a bird might be useful, how did you find him?"

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