OOC :: Short sorry
A scent came to him, and familiar one at that. He lifted his head once more from his task; his Aquila was nearby, probably in the woods no doubt. Helotes perked immediately; he had a certain question that he had to ask Ezekiel, a very important question and one that he had been waiting for the right moment to ask. Helotes stood, about ready to turn in the direction he had scented his leader, when Vesper appeared, seemingly out of nowhere coming from downwind. Helotes started when he saw her, and then nearly laughed when he saw the bird perched upon her back. But instead he just cracked a smile.
But then she spoke, and her voice was not her own and Helotes picked up on it immediately; if there was one thing Vesper was not, it was soft, Fine. Helotes said brusquely, then, Vesper… is something wrong? He felt himself tense again, that foreboding feeling coming upon his skin like acid rain.
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