HENRY
a knife twists at the thought that
I should fall short of the mark
I should fall short of the mark
The other is an Attuned, and they don't seem too offended, at which Henry's feathers seem to sigh with relief.
He cocks his head to one side, stilling in the air as much as he can without losing altitude, as the other seems to examine him. He can scrutinize if he likes, Henry's just another eagle. Not much to hide as it stands, really. So he sits comfortably beneath the other's sharp gaze.
Deimos, he's called. Henry, he replies back easily, it's nice to see another attuned out here! Did you come out just to fly? It's something Henry will be able to understand, so the question is posed rather conversationally. With a pivot of one wing, he fans around Deimos in a casual circle. Or were you looking for something? Now it's he who starts to scrutinize.
He cocks his head to one side, stilling in the air as much as he can without losing altitude, as the other seems to examine him. He can scrutinize if he likes, Henry's just another eagle. Not much to hide as it stands, really. So he sits comfortably beneath the other's sharp gaze.
Deimos, he's called. Henry, he replies back easily, it's nice to see another attuned out here! Did you come out just to fly? It's something Henry will be able to understand, so the question is posed rather conversationally. With a pivot of one wing, he fans around Deimos in a casual circle. Or were you looking for something? Now it's he who starts to scrutinize.
middle of adventure
such a perfect place to start
such a perfect place to start
