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Ada finishes with Zahraa's left wing, and the great bird tucks it back in, folding it neatly against her body. With the feathers all compressed, the damage is far less visible and in all there is little sign that the two had ever met with such an ungraceful landing, besides the damaged trees and clean-cut feathers that litter the ground. "Alright Zah, I'd better check the other one too. Right wing now." Seeming bored with the whole process and no doubt tired from their travels, Zahraa sighs and holds out her right wing as asked with a bit of reluctance. Yawning, she rests her head on her back, tucking her beak beneath her left wing. Silver eyes still on her rider, she watches as Ada inspects the feathers, black ear tufts relaxed against her head in a bored expression. Ada finds that this wing is in much better shape than the other, only having two feathers that are damaged enough to possibly be removed. Most likely the work of the Gorma, they are chewed and ragged, with deep punctures in the shaft where the devilish little creatures had latched on. Ada ponders the feathers for a long moment, before finally deciding to remove them too. Eh, what's two more at this point... They're all going to have to grow back sometime or another.
Resolution made, Ada saws through the last two feathers, letting the cut ends flutter to the ground with the rest of the discarded wing-tips. Sensing that she is done, Zahraa pulls in the other wing a well, settling down onto the ground and finding a more comfortable position for her long legs. Ada sheathes her knife and takes a step forward, meeting the bird's expressive eyes for a moment before she reaches out and ruffles the feathers on top of her head. "Ah, don't look so sad... We'll find another way to get to Hon'Ren Mesta." Zahraa reaches up, bumping Ada's hand with her beak affectionately, and Ada smiles to her. "Well, think of it this way... I'll probably have to charter a boat now, so it saves you the long trip overwater."
At this point, an observer watching the pair might have assumed the bird was just about to answer, when her ears twitch and she quickly turns her head to stare into the trees. A bit worried, Ada looks off in the same direction. Though her eyes are quite exceptional compared to many other inhabitants of Zemes Devinu, even Ada's keen senses pale in comparison to Zahraa's. The Kyte could easily spot her father returning against a dim sky well before any of the watchmen with their spyglasses. Thus it comes as no surprise that she has trouble discerning just what it is that has caught the bird's attention. "What is it, Zah?" Ada asks in a whisper, but receives no response as Zahraa just continues to stare fixedly off in the same direction, with her ears perked forward.
Ada stands uneasily next to her mount, fingering the hilt of her knife and debating as to wether or not she should investigate. Ug... What is it now? I think I've had just about enough adventures for one day... Mind just about made up to wait it out and see what happens, a male voice suddenly beaks the silence, calling out asking if anyone is alive. Both Ada and Zahraa jump, startled by the sudden noise. As though on cue, rider and mount turn to look at each other at the same time. "Does he mean us?" Ada asks the bird in a quiet voice, but realizing what a stupid question that is shakes her head. Silly... Who else could it be? I'm sure they've never seen such a spectacular landing... Better answer or they'll just come looking for you. Ada thinks, straightening her goggles and makes sure that her veil is still tied securely around her head, hiding her face completely before calling out. "Ay! Yeah, we're alright. I'm coming out now."
Speaking so loudly is apparently a strain on her bruised ribs, and Ada winces from the pain it causes. Brilliant. Maybe I should do less crashing from now on... Making sure to drop her hands to her sides, and keep them away from her knife, she walks out into the trees in the direction of the man's voice. Behind her, Zahraa gets to her feet as well, having to duck to keep her head from entangling in the branches overhead as she follows. Standing on her thin legs, the large bird stands twice again as tall as her rider, though the majority of that height is in her spindly legs and Ada's head only comes up to the bottom of Zah's breast. Luckily enough, her long neck is easily compressed, but even then it becomes blatantly obvious that such a large bird was never designed to travel in such cramped quarters, as she is anything but quiet as she pushes through the trees.
The strand is not too large, and Ada soon finds it's end and pushes her way out through the brambles and out into the open, cringing at the noise Zahraa is making behind her. So much for an element of surprise... Squinting in the near-darkness, Ada quickly spots the man, still mounted on a lovely looking brown dragon. She waves to him with a gloved hand, not sure if he noticed her appearance, and approaches slowly. A moment later, Zahraa finally picks her way out of the trees and steps gracefully over the shrubbery that Ada had been forced to walk through. She shakes out her feathers, sending loose leaves and twigs flying before she strides after Ada, closing the distance in less than two strides.
Cleaning off her goggles with the sleeve of her robe, Ada looks up at the rider. Though she smiles to him, her expression is hidden beneath her veil and only a hint of it can be heard in her voice as she addresses him. "'Ello... That must have been some show I put on for you. Anyway, sorry to have troubled you." She says, quickly running out of words. Zahraa presses behind her, leaning forward over her shoulder to peer at the dragon and rider curiously as she tilts her head this way and that. Trilling out a bit of a warble with a voice surprisingly quiet for such a large bird, she seems to have satisfied her curiosity and nudges Ada in the shoulder. Her rider reaches up to absently scratch at the birds ear, taking notice of the other two riders off in the distance. What's this then? Are they all traveling together? I hope this isn't some sort of band of brigands or something...