oath of silence

Ysmir was definitely not lost, but even if he was barenziah knew exactly where she was in relation to home. He felt like the gyrfalcon never got lost, maybe it was impossible for a bird to get lost. Or maybe she was guided by the gods themselves. Either way she’d never told him, not that he could really ask. He’d never really been able to talk, he could kind of whisper but they were mostly unintelligible. Still learning, the boy was still already better at communicating through gesture and expression than vocally.

In response to Ysmir’s silent reaction to being found out the stranger seemed to dismiss any perceived transgression. He didn’t care and wasn’t about to go on some spur of the moment adventure to seek out the boy’s pack and his parents. After the boy had been put at ease was when Iarl triggered his trap. There was no escaping the stare, nor the unsaid accusation. Why hadn’t he spoken up before.

Ysmir looked away, a tell to his nerves as his mind raced with how he could answer. The boy took in a deep breath and sighed as his dual toned gaze returned to the stranger. He opened his dark jaws as if he were about to speak, wide enough his saber like canines were much more visible. Then, releasing his breath a high pitched whine left him. He didn’t drag the sound out for very long, the strain was too much for longer than a moment, but maybe he’d get the point across well enough with that alone. Or maybe the man would think he was raised by gyrfalcons.