Built to Burn

Briar lifted her head away from the work she was doing in their bedroom where she was rearranging a few things with Lia's help when she heard Artorias call for her from downstairs. It wasn't all that often that he'd need her in the middle of the day like this so it certainly got her curious. She gave Lia a few little things she wanted to get done so that her handmaiden could continue working without her and she walked out of the bedroom to pass down the corridor to the stairs. Oblivious to the odd encounter her fiancé found himself in, she followed his scent down through the main hall to the kitchen. "Artorias? You called for-" she began to say as she stepped through the door, only to stop with her eyes widening, blinking with surprise at the gray, fluffy, baby bird that was perched on the counter. Well... calling it a baby bird felt not quite right. He had all the hallmarks of a baby bird with downy feathers and clumsy movements, but he was much larger than any other baby bird she had ever seen.

"Um... who's this?" she asked as she walked over to stand beside Artorias, a bit uncertain as she glanced between Art and the young raptor. The only thing that she could think of was that Artorias had managed to find himself yet another companion, but that didn't really answer the question of where this bird came from or why he was here on their kitchen counter. She waited for him to explain while looking at the young bird curiously, a little smile tugging at her lips at how wobbly and unsteady the little thing was.

"Briar Fatalis"