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Dark eyes flit to regard the human. "Steel," clacked one beak. "Steel!" cried a ruffle and fan of dark feathers. Hard to see through the swirl and rise of branches. The pour of light and the rain of black plumes. "Steel says please," a bitter mockery. "Fire cries friend!" a chatter and...

Theft. "Is that all that you saw?" Hector asked the old man half hidden behind his door. "That's it, they just gone and dragged him off after they'd cornered him. Man up and raised his hands in surrender, death's grin wide across his face as they rode up on im," The scratch metal nib...

A nervous titter escaped Hector's mouth as he eased into their newfound perch. " I mean, No, not supremely, I-" "I am not!" he said with a sharp grin and a laugh. Gave a nod as he took the pair of drinks and offered up Lori's first. Thanked Ruthi and took up his own drink. A warm smile still...

His smile widened the more, as did the warm tingle and ache about the round of his lips. He laughed, and took on her weight easy. "Feel a heap more comfortable with you here," he confessed, felt her sure arms wrap about him, as his eased about her. Long and strong across landscapes that felt...

A squak. A croak. A buff of feathers and wings. "Companion," "Defending!" "Fire does not defend!" Hector felt the chords in his neck tight. The spread of his shoulders, tense and his arms heavy. "Syr Herzog!" he called out to the council. "Your," no, he felt the words die in his...

"Lori? Lori!" Hector called out his hand fast after her as she stepped through. But he shrunk back at the fall of feathers. Watched as each plume curtained and trailed about her like smoke. She was gone. His eyes wide as he remembered the promise he had given to the three headed raven. His...

Squire Lemock smiled, just a tad wider, and adjusted the rim of his spectacles. "Yes, do go on, Syr Hector," Hector's brow quirked, and his smile, half caught between genuine joy and a sharp hey, bubbled up true as Lori came all the closer. Her arm looped through Hector's, sure, and she...

A gulp passed down his throat. What was. How did. "Champ- Champion?" He asked Lemock. His head on a swivel as his eyes searched. He wasn't ready to be a champion of anything! "Um, yes, Hec-" Lemock cleared his throat, "Syr Hector" Lemock said with a grin, and handed the knight a cool...

Hector grit his teeth. Felt his whole stomach turn to pit, and his brow stiffen. Marannie frowned. But nod as she stepped between them. "But," there was a worried hope in her breath, her eyes on Hector, and then Lorinna. "We don't know what will be asked, not yet," Rhidgast set one eye onto...

A squawk. Prickly with irritation. "How does one mend the flame kissed?" one of the heads mocked. "If a forest burns, what is there to take its place?" another called. "Ash," one snapped. "Waste!" the right horked. The center most bristled. Korvo paced toward the portal in the mist, the clear...

Calm. Right. Easy. Calm. He could do calm. Though the way the three headed prince glared at him. Eyes narrowed and beaks pointed together in unity. One head clattered, whilst another croaked, and the center most shook its beak back and forth as its feathers floofed. "Pah! Pah!" A taloned...

At Lorinna's first words, the three headed prince bristled. Center-most cocked, as it showed its spade beak. Left-most rosed with curiosity, and the Right- most clattered its beak. All seemed eased, when the young noble gave her bow. The right with a shake, the left with a squak, and the center...

A feint smile crested across the young knight's lips. "I hear ya," he said as he thumped against the wall. Little harder than he would have liked, but it did little to falter his smile. His fingers came tight about the canteen. Good piece. Earthenware, by its heft and feel. Not that his eyes...

A cock of three heads that corkscrewed away from the heart. Left head and right head hooked out. While that head center most, turned upside down. Feathers fluffed and raised. A squawk, a crook, and a trill. "Astarel?" The center head asked, high and sharp, as it seamed to wind itself tighter...

Like candle flame, pinched betwixt forefinger and thumb, the man's life went out. Drained and shuddering as he was. Hector had still felt it. His own heart felt empty. Felt cold as he held tight to feelings. Not the gooseflesh that covered his skin. Not the cold sweat that coated his...