The Problem With Birds

Sirius · 10-30-2019, 02:34 PM

She scouted the surrounding area with her eyes - to the Warlords approval. When her attention turned to him, she seemed moderately certain he was alone. He hid his smile, knowing Bast would keep low cover and quiet until he called for her. The Snow Leopard was well-trained at this point.

As she complimented the bird on his shoulder, the creature would preen, turning beady eyes to the woman, with no emotion in the glassy orbs, but the actions had still spoken his opinion on the compliment. “Indeed.” The Titan agreed, the dame before him had already proved to be as cautious as he was. Even if she had chosen to approach the Titan once he had called for her.

His lips twitched with the desire to smile as she spoke, her words could easily be as double-edged as his. Hinting that she was too small and sinew to make a decent meal. “A shame” he concluded, the vipress before him already moving on the conversation.

“Good guessing” he said wryly “Warlord of the Ashen Empire, Sirius, at your service” he said, offering a shallow bow, and leaving it up to her to decide if he was mocking her. “And yourself, what are you known as? Healer, poisoner?” he mused, tilting his nose towards the bag strapped across her shoulder.

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