The eight-foot-tall bird, currently sitting on the grass so not quite as tall as usual, twists her head around to blink at the newcomer. She tilts her head, then clucks, a ridiculous sound coming from such a dangerous-looking beak.
Stone props himself up on an elbow and twists to the left, so he can see who it is with his good eye.
... huh. That smells like Gale does-- like asura. He can't put together the face with the picture of Gale's, not off-hand after so many months, but maybe he will with a name. "You look new," he says instead. "Looking for someone in particular, or just exploring?"
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Date: 2018-07-24 12:19 am (UTC)Stone props himself up on an elbow and twists to the left, so he can see who it is with his good eye.
... huh. That smells like Gale does-- like asura. He can't put together the face with the picture of Gale's, not off-hand after so many months, but maybe he will with a name. "You look new," he says instead. "Looking for someone in particular, or just exploring?"