[She stays past the time when she needs rest, past when she wants to stretch her own wings and take to the air again so that Diaval knows where to easily find her. She won't admit there's a thread of unease slipping through her stomach like something living, hoping that those here haven't been so cruel as to do her harm.
There's a surge of relief at the familiar sound of wings coming closer, one she tries not to show as she waits until he's settled before turning him to a form better suited for relaying news.]
As is your Diaval. =) I'm still new with her, so I'm a little unsure.
There's a surge of relief at the familiar sound of wings coming closer, one she tries not to show as she waits until he's settled before turning him to a form better suited for relaying news.]
Well? I do hope you weren't off mucking about.