When last he were at the battlefield, he had seen vultures and large, soft looking birds of prey that would make great additions to the feathers to the Empress’s pillows. He didn’t want just common birds to fill them, he wanted something special, exotic, and fitting for her status. It was his idea to go here in search of feathers, and he had dragged Zee with him. He had discovered he was rubbish at hunting down birds, and well he had brought Marshall with him, he wouldn’t be able to take on a larger vulture with ease, well Zee proved better at bringing birds down. If she caught it, and landed it, he could kill the larger bird.
That was the plan, as they made their way towards the battlefield. They spent the day there, too long, in fact, as night had already fallen. He was ushering Zee back home before anyone decided they were runaway slaves, when he saw the injured man. The idea came to him at the very moment his eyes fell upon him. If Ashen had more slaves, they might bully Zee less he shouldn’t care, he had no reason to care if a slave was treated like a slave.. And yet.
He looked to Zee, his gaze boring into hers, before he turned from her side without a word, and made his way towards the man. “You are injured” he said to the man, who was small and light, if they used the coat he had intended to fill with feathers, as a stretcher, they could drag him back to Ashen. “I know a healer that can fix that, if you come with me.” it wasn’t exactly a question, but he allowed Nimbus to think it was.
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