Avian meeting
Heloise
Basilia was on her way to the battle field with companions in tow. She had recently run into a bird that was much smaller than Zabit, but seemed to have just as much fight. Armed with the help of her new assistant and the skull of a ram that she had found she was ready to head into battle. There were some heads to bang and battles to win. She was on her way to proving her dominance in the land and she was sure proud to be doing it. Behind the mask she had determination in her eyes and a wicked smile, there wasn’t anything that was gonna bring her mood down. |
it had been some time now since Heloise had met Kresnik. the gyrfalcon was excellent in battle as well as a decent ally. the two didn't know each other that well to call themselves 'friends' yet the alabaster woman could come to in time. he followed her loyaly after she nursed him back to health, and she was gladdened for the company he provided. t'was a bit lonely sometimes all alone. especially traveling alone. he soared above her now, providing his brilliant eyes to scan the surroundings she could not. yet it was Heloise who spotted the brunette wolf as she neared. aiming to step around her, the Winterfellian would smile as she continued to be on her way. "safe travels" she'd add in politely to the stranger she crossed. neither of them noticed the other gyrfalcon so far, though Heloise was not so foolish to believe her's was the only one in the world. |
heloise has a male gyrfalcon named kresnik with a fifty-inch wingspan
always assume he is in threads nearby and in battles with her
as her love acere praetor is allowed in any of her threads regardless of tag
Basilia paused as she saw the white wolf cross her path, looking around for Zabit. She noticed the Gyr falcon that seemed to be following the other wolf. It hadn’t yet crossed her mind that other wolves might have companions of the same breed as hers. Picking up the pace to try and walk beside the other wolf she said “Is that bird up there yours?” She had to make sure before asking anything else. By this point Zabit had decided she was done flying and had come down to roost on Basilia’s back and try to preen her feathers. |