Caliane Ruinë
"Oh what is it?" she asked with a distinct huff.
Vaxor let out another warning and turned to circle around again. Flying a rokh involved suggesting which direction the Eagle should fly. These suggestions were often ignored. They were intelligent creatures and understood elvish perfectly well, even if the riders didn't understand them back perfectly.
Vaxor banked harshly so Fynaurie could look straight down. His patience was clearly worn thin as the angle of his wings was almost steep enough to throw here.
"Yes, I know its a fire. Several fires. A caravan. We don't need to go for a closer..."
Vaxor disagreed. With a defiant cry and a shift of his wings he set them on a gentle descent.
"Fine, fine. Have it your way. We're not supposed to both people on the road."
Vaxor's great, saucer eyes were far more sensitive than her own. He was becoming quite fed up of the fact that her tiny little eyes couldn't see that the camp was abandoned from this height. He didn't entirely understand the matters of their kind, but he was aware enough that this was a strange thing. Maybe danger.
Fynaurie was a defiant, rebellious creature and in that matter they were well matched. However, whilst her behaviour was directed up her chain of command among the Sky Dragoons, his was reserved for her. She did not always see this as an entirely fair exchange.
"Oh what is it?" she asked with a distinct huff.
Vaxor let out another warning and turned to circle around again. Flying a rokh involved suggesting which direction the Eagle should fly. These suggestions were often ignored. They were intelligent creatures and understood elvish perfectly well, even if the riders didn't understand them back perfectly.
Vaxor banked harshly so Fynaurie could look straight down. His patience was clearly worn thin as the angle of his wings was almost steep enough to throw here.
"Yes, I know its a fire. Several fires. A caravan. We don't need to go for a closer..."
Vaxor disagreed. With a defiant cry and a shift of his wings he set them on a gentle descent.
"Fine, fine. Have it your way. We're not supposed to both people on the road."
Vaxor's great, saucer eyes were far more sensitive than her own. He was becoming quite fed up of the fact that her tiny little eyes couldn't see that the camp was abandoned from this height. He didn't entirely understand the matters of their kind, but he was aware enough that this was a strange thing. Maybe danger.
Fynaurie was a defiant, rebellious creature and in that matter they were well matched. However, whilst her behaviour was directed up her chain of command among the Sky Dragoons, his was reserved for her. She did not always see this as an entirely fair exchange.