the strong and silent type

Ysmir was born to fight, he had no powers of persuasion other than the language of his body. The boy was eager to prove himself to the world, but all he’d done was realized how far he had to go. He tried not to feel sorry for himself, there was a reason he wasn’t given victory. The gods willed him on some other path. He sighed softly as the gyrfalcon on his shoulder shifted herself, laser focus shifted to the right and she whistled softly to alert him of another presence. He had enough confidence in the energy he had left to defend himself, but as dual silver and blue eyes found her

She was smaller than he was, similar coloring with a pale bird perched upon her as well. He caught the scent of her herbs before she even spoke and was already relaxing in her presence even as she sought to work on his bloodied shoulder. Barenziah had little problem with her or the raven and leapt into the air from Ysmir’s back, laboriously pumping her wings to gain height. She made the process look much more graceful than Ysmir could ever be, and the raptor settled quietly in the trees above. Ysmir watched her go, but turned his eye back to the girl. She looked about his own age anyway.

The Finnvi did find it rather odd that she would ask to attend his wound instead of the other way around, he was suspicious, but she had come from the tournament, maybe she tracked him down. The yearling boy gave a little nod of affirmation but she was already unrolling her supplies, Ysmir wasn’t even sure she saw him. She was almost as tall as he was so other than lowering himself to his haunches Ysmir didn’t feel like he needed to crouch. He watched her with mild curiosity, saving the gratitude until after she was done.

When she looked back up to her shoulder he gave her a questioning look. It was head or tails if she was going to understand any words that he tried to form. Better to just go with what was most comfortable and hope he lucked out with her name.