Timestamp: Summer 62nd, 513 AV
Location: Entirety of Wind Reach (starts in the Darniva Commonrooms)
Location: Entirety of Wind Reach (starts in the Darniva Commonrooms)
Dreams were slow to lift from his mind, twisted and indistinct in the fog they left behind, but rise from sleep he did. High-pitched shrees rang in his ears, each sound punctuated by a sharp pain in his earlobe or temple. Several more of these cycled through before Zevi's thoughts aligned into anything recognisable as cognizance, and suddenly the pain was in his lower lip. "Ah!" he yelped, snapping into a sitting position; the faint feeling of whiplash echoed through his back, but he ignored it in favour of turning to stare at the golden-red creature perched on his mattress. "Alisto? What is it, girl?" he asked slowly, stretching into an early-morning yawn. The nankeen kestrel had forced him to become very accustomed to tantrums in the six years he'd worked her, but wake-up calls weren't generally included.
Tongue flickering out, Zevi tasted the bite of metallic liquid. He paused, surprised by its presence - and a moment of investigation by touch later revealed that yes, his lip was in fact bleeding. "Alisto," he sighed, reaching out to the small raptor. "Why did you peck me like that?"
He expected no reply, and as she hopped onto his proffered forearm (the clutch of talons in his skin stung slightly, but he was well accustomed to naked handling of the bird), he received none. Apparently done with her self-appointed duty to ruin Zevi's free-morning sleep, Alisto fluffed out her feathers and clacked her beak a couple of times, thoroughly content.
"You need to learn some manners, bird," he scolded her, voice nonetheless full of affection as he rose to his feet and padded to his desk, transporting his pet and old friend to her perch. Honestly, these antics were more amusing than anything - sometimes he swore he still had the scars from her infamous Bathwater Tantrum. Infamous in his mother's memory, in any case, when he took the time necessary to speak with her. "It's rude to interrupt somebody's sleep."
Jumping off his arm and onto her perch, wings briefly flaring and talons leaving tiny bloodspots on Zevi's forearm, Alisto ignored his counsel. Instead, she lifted her right wing and stuck her beak in the soft underfeathers, beginning her ritual of perfectionist preening.
It wasn't as if he expected any real response from the creature - she was no Wind Eagle, after all - but she'd always been intelligent. Sometimes Zevi could almost swear she understood. Other times, like now for example, he was sure she simply wanted to cause trouble.
Oh well. He had an entire day to himself, and he had to decide what to do with it. Quite honestly, Zevi wasn't sure; what to do when he wasn't expected at the kiln? No matter. What better way to start this bright new day than with the call of a raptor?
OOC: Please note that I am jumping the gun. Please refer to his CS for further details.
