Early morning

Sirius · (This post was last modified: 04-09-2020, 07:54 PM by Sirius.)

“Hmm” he said “Perhaps I should amend that. He was inherited ” he explained. The bird had been the companion to one of his parents, or both. He didn’t have any memories of them, and the Vulture wasn’t a trove of information. He watched the poor she tapped to the earth, the band about her limb rising and falling with the motion. Was it a nervous tick? Perhaps.

Bast shifted beside him, anxious at staying still, and he gave her a nod, giving her freedom to range through the woods nearby, keeping an eye on things. He turned back to the youngling, who was possibly nervous, but definitely friendly. Hunting was a decent reason to be in these woods, and he would have accepted it at face value, if she didn’t seem so anxious about saying it.

Her words really drove home how young she was, and it seemed she needed a little more help with her hunting. It changed the way he eyed her, just a touch, just a smidgen. Almost unnoticeable, to any who did not know the Warlord. Was she a lost little lamb with no people? He was always looking for younglings to raise, and train, with an installed love for the Armada.

“I see.” he said, reaching down to pick up the rabbit Bast had caught earlier, stepping closer to the stranger, to Malalia, as she had introduced herself, and set the carcass down before her. “In that case, take this for your breakfast. Where do you plan on going next?” he asked, thinly veiled curiosity in his tone.

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Early morning

Malalia

Sirius