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Ptitsa is visible and audible
Ralla had called for her kinsmen, and the Spaniard had heard. He had been up late, watching his family sleep. Unable to himself. He had slipped away silently, only the creaking of the cabin's wooden door to betray him. Once free from the wooden den, he slipped into his Secui form. Silent as an owl's wing beats he moved amoungst the shadows. The bright golden pelt blended in surprisingly well with the night, quick paws moving like a stallion's own. Whatever was going down, it was sure to be improtant. Even Ptitsa flew with an air purpose, she made no sound unlike a real bird. She flew with a ghostly silence around her that even a tangible own would have trouble mimicking.
He approached Ralla, and a selection of others, including his brother and neice. 'Osiyo Sister' he said strongly as he felt. He was a warrior, perhaps only at a basic rank, but he was ever so close to reaching the second stage it was truly unreal. 'Why have you called us here on this fine night?' he asked, a smile playing on his lips. He had an inkling why. The falcon guide swooped down, landing gently beside the pair, 'Greetings'