Ra'Shirr, Kibwana and Dasting at the Camp Willow: Inlet Shoreline

So, beeing middle of the day and guess what? it's rather warm already, at this time of the day anyways and while there are no clouds. Ra'shirr, in this fine day, is resting up in one of the trees, stretched out on one of the branches.

A sliver of a shadow is cast upon the ground, flitting about the trail and over the inlet as the Goshawk in the sky circles. Within a few seconds and in one fell swoop, Dasting descends at an alarming speed towards the choppy waters, braking in time to catch a herring in his talons. With the fish in claw, the raptor alights upon a broad rock at the edge of a water, and begins to dig his beak into the flesh of his catch.

Soon after the Goshawk catches his prey, a figure appears on the trail ambling his/her way down said pathway. As it gets closer, it turns out to be a fox. And a rather well dressed one at that! Despite the hot weather, an eagle-feather covered cloak is held over most of the red fox's body. Underneath that, expensive looking black clothing covers him, and several weapons can be seen on him; most notably the sword strapped to his back. His face seems to hold a slightly arrogant look, almost a sneer burned into it. When he gets close to the Goshawk, he stops to look at the large bird, not yet noticing Ra'shirr.

Ra'Shirr noticing the sudden movement below, she opens her eyes slightly looking at the two below, not doing much but watching for now

Dasting, with one talon clutching the fish and scaly flesh dangling from his beak, glances up as the tod approaches. An odd-looking beast indeed with such long hair and fashionably-tailored clothing. He clicks his beak as a gesture of recognition and idly rips away at his catch, more interested in intelligent company than a midday snacking.

Kibwana smirks slightly at the bird, watching him for a moment more. He then pads over to the rock where Dasting is eating, and gives a nod. "Good day to you, bird. I pray you are doing well" he says, voice almost friendly as he speaks. His words have a mixture of elegance and arrogance that could only come from somebeast born to nobility or royalty. He looks at the fish that Dasting caught. "You seem an excellent hunter, bird. I almost feel sorry for that fish."

Ra'Shirr smirks slightly to herself upon hearing fox's words, beeing close enough to hear him. Moving up to rest her back against the tree trunk, she lets her tail hang down from the branch, not speaking up yet though

Slate has connected.

Dasting's head tilts as he listens to Ra'Shirr. A quiet rustling in the trees catches his attention and he briefly glances up, catching sight of a lizard in the branches. His brow furrows about his eyes and his crestfeathers fluff up a bit. "Och foxeh, naebeas' ha'aer pervaeded fer meh, had tae laern tae cae'ch m'aen eatens. M'naem es Dasting McLangley. Aen' yers?"

Slate is a good sized Monitor Lizard for his age. He has scales of copper as the main color of his body. He has a line of silver scales running down his back, some of the surrounding scales are green and brown colors. His eyes are copper eyes with sites centered like all reptiles. He has a scare on his left eye that bears on top and bottom brow. He wares a traveling cloak that is tattered up a bet, he also wares a dark colored brown tunic underneath the cloak. All the weapons he caries is a short sword and a long wood walking stick.

Kibwana actually smiles at the bird, and gives a slight bow in respect to the beast. "As it should be, Sir McLangley. My name is Kibwana Firefur, at your service" he says, turning slightly to follow the bird's gaze up to the lizard. "Ahh, it seems many beasts are out and about today" the fox announces, turning back to the bird without a word in the lizard's direction. "I admit, I rarely meet birds who are so colloquial as yourself."

Ra'Shirr says, "more than you'd think, and where you'd less expect them" she speaks up to them finally, not making much of a deal from the fact she is beeing ignored"

Dasting dips his head as well, perhaps out of politeness, though gestures made by birds are often difficult to decipher. It's unfortunate that his beak is so rigid, otherwise he might smile - his features make it particularly difficult to express intention - for this, Dasting has indeed become colloquialized, selecting for himself an affinity for language and expression, for other beasts are all the more easily commanded if they have dictated commands to work with. Dasting's head nods in agreement with Ra'Shirr's offering, "Achye, indeed th'r aer! Maeny en thaes w'ds - ah spen' a loh'oh taeme waerken wi'daem, harr'ley aer gi' away!"

Kibwana looks to the lizard at her words. "Perhaps..." he says, turning back to the Goshawk, apparently much preferring the bird to the lizard. "I see. That is interesting. Unfortunately my encounters with birds have not led to being able to converse with them on friendly terms. Most seem to find me a desirable target for meals. You seem to be the exception" he says, taking a moment to look the bird over well. "You command language well. Considering your beak, that is impressive. I am curious, however, as to your reason for learning to speak. Simple acquisition of knowledge? Or, do you often have need of spoken words while fending for yourself?"

Dasting's eyes light up a bit and he clacks his beak a few times in quick succession, a noise which closely resembles a chuckle. "Ah caen faend fer m'sael' wi'out waerds wael enoogh. Ah grew aep laern'n teh spaek f'rm meh fahth'r, Laird Brunfaethr o' Caeldomus Aerie n'th Grret NaerWaest'rn Maent'ns. Naew ay'm th' ayr marsh'l fer ewmohchaep." He's aware that that last part is pretty difficult to understand - beasts always have trouble with that pronunciation. "Th' Ewnayt'd Maelitry Aerder o' Maercnaeries n' Entael'gnce."

Kibwana gives another nod to the bird, leaning against the rock. "Oh? You are a beast of station then. Tell me more about this United Military order, if you will" he requests, unstrapping his sword and taking it from its sheath. After taking out a cloth from his pack, he begins to polish the long weapon expertly as he listens to the other beast.

Slate walks down the trail from camp willow. He stops before he goes feather down trail. He senses others around, he flicks his tongue to be sere. There are others, but he knows one out of those he smells. He walks of the trail and hides in the shade of the trees that are near by. But close to were he could here a conversion happening.

Dasting hops away from the fish towards the fox a few steps, closing the distance between them considerably and hoping he isn't offensive in doing so. He doesn't mean to be intrusive or intimidating, he merely moves close enough that he can keep his words between the two of them exclusively. "Ach matey, t's naht a thin' ah caen d'scraeb te yeh oot haere." It is particularly difficult for a bird to whisper - the words come out sounding scratchy and almost pained. "Ah c'n taek yeh t' s'mplaece an' s'moone th't caen tael yeh.."

Ra'Shirr picks up slates presence as well, shifting her gaze in the direction he came from. Even though she knows, or at last suspects someone is there, she isn't sure on who it might be, nevertheless having some ideas about it

Kibwana grips his sword slightly harder as the goshawk moves closer to him, mainly out of instinct. He listens to the bird, stopping his polishing of the blade in his paws. "I understand. Yes, that will be preferable" he says as he stands, then sheaths his sword. He places it on his back. "Lead the way, Sir Mclangley" the fox states as he notes the approach of Slate in the distance. Most of his attention is on the Goshawk however, as he awaits to be led to where they can discuss the organization privately.

Dasting nods his head. "Kaeep meh in yaer sight an' holl'r 'f ye loos meh!" He hops backwards a few steps and then kicks off the boulder into the air, content to leave the fish he caught there on the stone. Ascending just above the nearby trees, he turns in the direction of the trail, leading the fox back into the woods.

Dasting heads off.

Dasting has left.

Kibwana follows the Goshawk, heading off after him.

The End

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