O.T.W lets Montbank take his own lead, watches him as he downs his gin with precision. Watches him get up to approach Petra, surveying her with military standard and welcoming her to join them on maneuvers. O.T.W sends her a wave and a polite head-cock in agreement to Montbank's words. He was always glad to fly, and even better with his friends.
Well Gods, boy, at least a little sauce warms you up. Shame that over-imbibing can make a fella a flight risk…
O.T.W sighs again with the weight of a man who had, at one time, seen what reliance could do firsthand to skilled fliers. Wrapped in his own wings like a blanket, he sways to the music, showing appreciation through body language. For a moment, he almost recognizes the tune, but the sense flees just as quickly as it arrives, and he's left unmoored again. His mind drifts a little after that, to Tobi, and he gets a phantom whiff of the spring wildflowers, a light vision of grass and the sky spinning like a kaleidoscope, a scene he's seen before while tumbling ass-over-kettle after a crash.
Rolling, you scamp? Be careful out there.
Then an ice-cold hand settles between his wing-blades, and he jolts, letting out a light squawk of surprise, looking around wild-eyed. Within his mind, both he and Seluria can hear a quiet, defensive growl. His eyes sweep the room before settling on the Seer across the room, still plucking her lyre. Her faint smile is enough for O.T.W to calm, and the growling stops.
Your friend seems a bit uneasy. Do you need a bit of assistance? She
projects into his open mind, voice calm.
He shudders.
Well. Well… I don't think he'd take too kindly to pokin' at his head, ma'am, but if you had something in mind, I'd hear it? He thinks, squinting in concentration to funnel his own message back up the river of Loch. At worst, he thinks, he'll get a headache, and have to get up and tell her out loud instead.
If the message is received, Seluria is greeted in her mind's eye by a little brown-and-cream furred, carnivorous creature, no bigger than a dachshund in size, bouncing along on four legs and smelling of river water, along with O.T.W's distinct, corn-fed drawl.
Theolonious Montbank Seluria Estel'Narqua