don't lose your fire

When the call rang out, Odette instantly knew it was Killian, but was intrigued by the way he called for one of the young princes. Had he been assigned to mentor the young pup? The female recalled sharing interest in learning how to fight, and wondered for a slit moment if the prince would mind having her there to observe. Odette pondered the thought for a few moments more before calling out to her feline companion. "Cordonia, I'm going to go see Killian. Mind the birds." As she turned around, she came face to face with an all too familiar rooster. "Dash..." She would warn, her eyes frowning at the small bird with a dangerous appitite for adventure. When he simply clucked at the woman, Odette sighed and nodded her head back towards the hen house. "Why don't you go swoon some hens while I'm away? Keep an eye on them? Be the big mocho rooster?" Something seemed to click inside his small golden orbs, and like a flash, Dash was running back to the hen house like someone had lit a fire under his feathers.

Chuckling to herself, Odette shook her head before, finally, padding off to find Killian and the prince. It took her some time, time enough to have Mortis arrive before her. Sheepishly, Odette moved closer to the pair and spoke up softly. "Sorry, I know you called for Mortis. But would you two mind if I watch?" She didn't want to intrude, and she surely didn't want to get in the way of their lesson. But Odette was curious to see how warrior training would go, and seeing as she had verbally voiced her interest before, she might as well stick to it and get as much exposure as she could. Cerulean eyes flashed from the winged pup up to his master, searching his gaze for any signs of anger of disappointment. If he wanted her gone, Odette would be out in a flash, and likely bury her head in the ground for good measure. If he allowed her to stay, the fawn woman would be overjoyed and sit quietly off to the side.