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Quite the distractions if ever there was one, her attention starved companions. And while she acknowledged it was her own fault for their behavior, there was the unshakable feeling that they sought to exploit this fact by having their annoying way with her. From her arm, the larger of the two shuffled to her shoulder and began again his ill-conditioned behavior of pulling on her hair. He offered no explanation or any kind of coherent insinuation toward his aims. Only the gestures made out of what could have been called boredom, which in turn invited the fledgling female to do the same. One was enough, however, and with a quick albeit delicate hand, the swept the young one from her shoulder and ushered her into the air.
The female cried rather indignantly, but with a sharp command did not return. Instead her gleaming eyes turned away from the pair toward a grey form on approach to the mountain. Though her understanding of birds were impressive, the woman could yet to find ration in most their actions. And this remained true as she watched the fledgling glide toward the closing distant form.
Warily, X'yrin perked up just a little more, needing little more than the contrast of the grey upon the golden landscape to know whom was wandering toward them. And for once, dread did not appear in her eyes. More so she carried worry for what the owl would do to him, rather than what he would do to her. Even the nameless male upon her should shared the same worry, offering a sound 'hoot' to get the female's attention. But she was young, curious, and excitable. Such were the attributes of youth.
"Hold still," she called out to her approaching companion while motioning with a pointed finger toward the owl nearing overhead.
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