by Sibilant » Sun Jun 19, 2011 10:50 am
"I should go, too." Ering'a said. "Perhaps I'll see you soon, hmm?" He flew into the tree where he'd left his sword, and grabbed it carefully in his claws. It had been a lie, of course. He wasn't hungry. He had nothing he needed to do. It seemed he'd been nervous to be around such a large bird. He couldn't follow the owl; she was long gone, and probably asleep. He shrugged this off and decided to settle in. He had only arrived yesterday, and hadn't gotten the chance to make a proper hole in a tree or polish his sword. He'd left his supplies by the dead tree, he remembered.
Ering'a realized, when he alighted in the dead tree, that it was indeed the best place to build a home. His stuff was all here, too: a few dried worms, in case he got hungry, a spare sword, and any number of polishing items. All very hard to carry, he needed to add. Especially with his injured wing. He began banging the tree with his beak, as woodpeckers found quite easy, and hollowing out a hole in the tree.
call me Sib!
pronouns: they/them