Timestamp: 28th of Spring, 515 AV
"Are you sure you don't want someone with more experience, Endal Sira? I could come along, or I could send one of the more experienced scouts with you."
Sira made a face and cocked her head to the side, pretending to think about the decision. She didn't need to, she knew who she wanted. But it amused her to pretend to entertain the idea of someone else.
"Hmm.. let me think. ...nope. I want Khara. Send her to me when she gets in."
"Yes, Endal Sira. I will."
"Good. Tell her I'll be just outside the gates."
Sira turned and started to leave but paused for a moment to add, "Oh, and make sure she brings her gear and her bow." Sira didn't know if they would actually need any weapons, she didn't think so, but it was best to be prepared. Plus.. well, what they were after might decide to fight back. She hoped not, but it might. There was a reason she was trying to track it down, afterall.
She was actually in a rather good mood despite everything and practically skipped all the way to the city gates. Sira was wearing her usual hunting gear, bow, quiver, her sword, her pack with food, water, and basic survival gear. Of course Sira could simply shift and fly away if she ever got lost in the wild, and she could survive much better in Wind Eagle form in the wilderness than she could as a human. But Khara couldn't. She wasn't planning on them being out for long, but in the Unforgiving you never really knew.
Sira glanced toward the stables as she neared him, vaguely wondering if the horse boy was in there. She remembered the way they were with each other the last time she'd seen them both. She didn't really feel like dealing with the horse boy though, Sira was curious about Khara. She'd impressed Sira more than once, and Sira wanted to see more of her. ..technically Zhol had impressed her too, but it was annoying trying to communicate with him. Plus, well, she just couldn't get over the horses. She hoped Khara wasn't going to ramble on about horses. Why would you want to ride something on the ground when you had feet that worked perfectly well? Sira could understand why people wanted to ride wind eagles. People couldn't fly.. well, unless they were Sira, or other flying kelvics. Flying was awesome, so naturally, people would want to ride wind eagles. But people could walk and run by themselves. She supposed horses were faster and stronger.. but still, it seemed unnecessary. And dirty. At least eagles cleaned themselves regularly.
Sira passed through the gates, not going to the stables, though she could smell them. Dirty horses. She didn't really have a particular spot to wait in mind, so she just found a nice rock to sit on well within view of the exit and sat down to wait. Hopefully Khara wouldn't be too long.
"Are you sure you don't want someone with more experience, Endal Sira? I could come along, or I could send one of the more experienced scouts with you."
Sira made a face and cocked her head to the side, pretending to think about the decision. She didn't need to, she knew who she wanted. But it amused her to pretend to entertain the idea of someone else.
"Hmm.. let me think. ...nope. I want Khara. Send her to me when she gets in."
"Yes, Endal Sira. I will."
"Good. Tell her I'll be just outside the gates."
Sira turned and started to leave but paused for a moment to add, "Oh, and make sure she brings her gear and her bow." Sira didn't know if they would actually need any weapons, she didn't think so, but it was best to be prepared. Plus.. well, what they were after might decide to fight back. She hoped not, but it might. There was a reason she was trying to track it down, afterall.
She was actually in a rather good mood despite everything and practically skipped all the way to the city gates. Sira was wearing her usual hunting gear, bow, quiver, her sword, her pack with food, water, and basic survival gear. Of course Sira could simply shift and fly away if she ever got lost in the wild, and she could survive much better in Wind Eagle form in the wilderness than she could as a human. But Khara couldn't. She wasn't planning on them being out for long, but in the Unforgiving you never really knew.
Sira glanced toward the stables as she neared him, vaguely wondering if the horse boy was in there. She remembered the way they were with each other the last time she'd seen them both. She didn't really feel like dealing with the horse boy though, Sira was curious about Khara. She'd impressed Sira more than once, and Sira wanted to see more of her. ..technically Zhol had impressed her too, but it was annoying trying to communicate with him. Plus, well, she just couldn't get over the horses. She hoped Khara wasn't going to ramble on about horses. Why would you want to ride something on the ground when you had feet that worked perfectly well? Sira could understand why people wanted to ride wind eagles. People couldn't fly.. well, unless they were Sira, or other flying kelvics. Flying was awesome, so naturally, people would want to ride wind eagles. But people could walk and run by themselves. She supposed horses were faster and stronger.. but still, it seemed unnecessary. And dirty. At least eagles cleaned themselves regularly.
Sira passed through the gates, not going to the stables, though she could smell them. Dirty horses. She didn't really have a particular spot to wait in mind, so she just found a nice rock to sit on well within view of the exit and sat down to wait. Hopefully Khara wouldn't be too long.