HE MOTIONED ME TO THE SKY,
The slightest of breezes ruffles against her pale feathers as the two strangers stare each other down for a long moment, the foreigner searching for any sign of unwelcome and finding none. Her stance relaxed just slightly -- still alert and wary, but less likely to be mistaken for aggression. She is pleased to be welcomed as such, to have it subtly affirmed to her that the court she had chosen was likely the best choice she could have made.
To have found the Commander was only luck, it seemed, but it is a hand she is glad to play. “I had heard of the Halcyon Unit in my travels,” She explained to the not-so-obvious surprise, briefly adjusting how her wings lay across her sides so that she could be more comfortable. “A man who had claimed to be part of the Unit.” He had had one dark wing strapped in a sling, scars scattered across his body, and he’d told his stories in a measured tone that held depths of reverence and sadness both. She’d been enraptured by his tales, especially that of Halcyon himself -- how could she deny such a call to duty when her heart had practically demanded it of her?
One leg extends, her head dipping down until it nearly brushes her knee. “An honor to meet you, Commander,” She murmurs, eyes bright as she peers up at the dusky mare. “Theodosia Valois, at your service.”
I HEARD HEAVEN & THE THUNDER CRY.
