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[Jeremy Casing]

Rookery Park. 5th Fall, 514AV

Riverfall suited Jeremy. The city was clean, pleasant. He felt safe, which he had never felt in Syliras. Perhaps that was why, upon his entry to the city, Jeremy felt... confident, brave. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but a pleasant one. It gave the Kelvic an extra bounce in his step, and he found himself talking a walk more often than he took flight.

It was thus more out of laziness that Jeremy had started the day in his winged form. Flight was the most efficient was to see the city, as well as the quickest. Old habits died hard, after all.

It was the squawks of sea birds that caught Jeremy's attention, and the falcon tilted his wings to catch a sweep of warm air from the city. It carried him leftwards, circling above the brown of the sea-facing rocks. There appeared to be only two bird watchers standing at the elongated observation deck, though Jeremy could spot several pale blue huddled forms of young Silk gulls sheltering on the rocks. He dropped a foot or so in the sky to observe more closely.

A startled gull's cry caught Jeremy's attention, and those sharp gold eyes caught the sight of an adult Silk gull in flight. The bird's feet were sprawled forwards, in the same way that Jeremy positioned himself to catch his prey. The message was clear: stay away from the chicks!

Jeremy twisted his body in a tight arc, turning his back to the rocks - and the fluffy young birds that nested there, watching him cautiously through big black eyes. He was a suspected predator, though Jeremy had come here with no intention of such. He let out a high-pitched wail, a noise that made one keen birdwatcher elbow his friend enthusiastically and point up to the Gyrfalcon. I mean no harm.

The gull was untrusting, though eventually the other bird obviously decided that she was in a better position to protect her young from her actual nest, and not from beside this stranger. She left Jeremy, who also navigated his way to the rock face - steering clear of any chicks and the protective beaks of parent gulls. He rested approximately a foot away from the steps to the observation deck.

[Lynx]

Silently, the lethafal made her way up the stone stairway, her violet hues made sure to keep a strict eye upon the half grown dogs at her heels as she continued up the stairs. She had been rather hesitant about bringing the dogs; she didn’t want them to start eating the birds, but she figured that she might as well start trusting them to follow her orders. They had been following them so far, so she figured, why not go out on a limb and trust them with not eating birds, they had been pretty good so far. She paused only long enough to push back her white locks, her gaze drifting further up the stairs. She was dressed in a simple outfit, a black pair of pants and her purple tunic. Soon, she would need to start putting on her black cape and she tugged at the ends of her white locks. She was beginning to hate the change of seasons, for it meant unpredictable events happened and she hated unpredictable events. They made her feel stupid, like the knowledge she had already gained just wasn’t enough. She was a curious being and she did research on many topics, to know that she hadn’t yet covered all the possible outcomes that she could run into in Riverfall, frustrated her.

Remembering that she was still standing in the stairway, the woman continued forwards, her footsteps thumping gently upon the stairs as she climbed them. She had heard from local tongue that the silk gulls, pale blue in colour, were a pretty sight and that one could observe their processes of mating, laying and fledgling chicks at the Rookery Park. It didn’t sound much like a park, to Lynx, nor did the stairs that she climbed appeared to indicate much of a park. She was trying very much to not judge this park, but the word before park made her question the whole name of the location. Rookery. Did that mean it was a house for birds to safely take cover from the sometimes harsh weather? Shaking her head, she almost spoke aloud in frustration as it coloured her features. So many questions continued to swirl around in her head and they had continued to double ever since she had fallen to Mizahar. Some questions still remained unanswered, questions that only Leth could answer, but he was silent and continued to remain silent during his reign over the night sky.

This line of thinking had distracted her from her dogs and the path ahead, too deep within her mind as the questions continued to plague her mind. Snipe and Shadow lurched forwards a bark coming from the two medium sized dogs as they darted up the last few flights of stairs to circle around some kind of bird. They had lowered their noses to sniff at the bird, Snipe's large tongue darting out to taste the bird. Snipe pulled back, as a lose feather stuck to his tongue and he tried to dislodge it. Shadow pulled back a little to watch Snipe and his struggle with this activity, his ears pricking forwards. Lynx smirked at this as the black dog with the white blaze along his nose shook his head in his efforts to try and get rid of the feather. Lynx approached the bird upon the floor, crouching down as a frown descended upon her forehead. Wasn’t silk gulls supposed to be a pale blue? So what bird was this and why was it doing here among silk gulls? She questioned as she reached a hand out to see what it would do.
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