A peculiarly spectacular magpie looks for Ranjiri.
Coasting over the chilly, autumn air, her glossy wings reflect the morning light. Large for her kind, with a sparkle of intellect gleaming in her black, beady gaze, the bird gently coasts and flutters, weaving through trees and over field, silent but for the occasional hushed whisper of her feathers through the wind. Wanting to catch her early in the day to allow ample time for travel, the quick witted thing grows more and more anxious as the time passes.
Soon, however, she sees her, the onyx and gold hybrid standing out in the Earth’s naturally colored world. Now, now the magpie makes noise, her call rough over the breeze, her wings pitching her body down towards the Czarina in a swift spiral.
Foll-oh! Foll-oh! croaks the bird, her black beak clattering, the swift descent followed by a sharp, upward rise, and another bombarding dip. Again and again, the bird dives in and out of Ranjiri’s personal space to flutter and flap her wings at the hybrid, her beckoning cackles continuous - at least until she’s sure Ranjiri will follow her, after all.
Darting away from the mare and back into the air, the magpie flies swiftly south, out of the Hidden Falls, and into the Dark Forest. Dropping into the trees themselves, she nimbly flies through the gnarled trunks, trying to follow paths which are clear and easy to traverse for those who aren’t flying or small. Occasionally, the bird slows to be sure that the Czarina still follows her, but she otherwise moves with a direct purpose, deeper and deeper into the heart of the ancient wood, her voice still occasionally calling out:
Foll-oh! Foll-oh!
[ OOC: For Ranjiri and those she invites only. ]
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