Over the Cloudy Sea

Heavy paws crunched snow, and a scent reached his nose. He was on his paws with one easy, casual move, head tilting as he turned to face the Warlord, who this most definitely was.

His features showed none of the calculations flickering through his mind. The open air was behind him, and with the snow, the actual ledge was probably further in than he stood. Even at his height, he didn’t think he would be heavy enough to send the snow pack breaking.

It the giant chose to attack him for some reason – though why he might was anyone’s guess – Cairo might have an advantage in leaping forward to ground that was definitely solid. But Sirius queried him with a question that was, indeed, a little odd.

He paused, thinking over his trip, then shook his head. “I’m afraid not, Warlord.”

He stepped forward slightly as he added, “I’m Cairo Adravendi, by the way.”

A ghostly form floated silently in on the air settling on his withers and giving her talons a soft squeeze on his armored shoulder. Cairo had to admire the owl’s stubborn loyalty. He didn’t know how the thin air would affect the bird. He tipped his head to direct his next question to the bird, figuring she would be the best to ask. “Hello, Chrysta, have you seen a deep blue vulture in your flight tonight?”

The pale-eyed barn owl swiveled her head, scanning the air and surroundings before she answered gently, “If he – or she – is in the area, they may well have taken to roost for the night.”

He had to admit he liked the owl's voice. It was soft and hushed, although the bird could deliver the most unholy sounding screeches.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think