Ker leads her like a moth to a flame, to the sweet smell of Sister - and to the creature who will bond itself to Sister's soul.

As Oizys runs at a headlong gallop after her raptor, enticed by the shrieks of excitement coming from the bird's beak, she muses over her opinions on her sibling bonding. It makes her jealous that she will no longer be the sole twin to Enyo, and yet her own hypocrisy makes her ache, because she herself bonded when she was a mere week old. Too young for such responsibility, for the pressure of nurturing a Thing. For a long time, she wondered why she bothered, when the ball of hideous grey fluff did little else but eat, shit and squawk.

But Ker has grown fast, and grown well. She isn't ugly anymore, although she has not yet reached her adult size. She's brown and black and white and fierce, with broad wings bred for speed and a savagely hooked beak meant for tearing. Instead of resembling an useless grey blob of feathers, she now just looks like a smaller version of her mother, and Oizys has finally decided that bonding to her wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Now, it's Sister's turn. The gargoyle slows her stride gradually, because sudden lurches in momentum can trigger the Cough, and she doesn't want that. An angry scream from the eaglet draws her attention to the other one on the scene, and she rolls her eyes in exasperation when she sees who it is. "Not you again," snaps the bitch, pinning her ears and edging away from the colt and towards Enyo. Ker circles, lands on Oizys' withers and glowers down at the boy with a considerably more impressive air than she possessed last time, when she was a small, fluffy thing with nothing but a big attitude.

Oizys looks down at her sister's bonded, the lump of feathery nothingness that is so familiar. "Your own raptor! Congratulations, sister." She feels it is a fairly safe guess to assume it is a raptor - no child of the basilisk will bond to a pigeon or a duck, will she?

She shifts her muzzle, aiming to touch it to Sister's withers in a gesture of greeting and affection quite at odds with the tenseness of her muscles brought on from the proximity of the skull-faced shitbag. She shoots him another filthy glare, but decides she won't let him ruin her sister's special Bonding Day.