Seek You Out [open]

[I L Y I C H]

Desert thermals soared high above the sparse ground, and their king rode forth on his chariot. Boredom had grown thick within the falcon's mind, and he found that it was time to move. To continue. Mummy was gone, and with her loss there was little of interest to keep him stationary any longer. With ocher wings spread out to grasp the air it had not taken the small hunter long to find this place left in the heat. Metsaaukio gave a small tip of his wings, allowing the tension there to still and the air to draw his slim frame into a shallow dive. It was all apathetic. This place. These people. Boring. Sharp black eyes slid across the rugged landscape, ignoring any dash of sunlight off the water.

One would assume the sands to be riled to near devil standards, and yet. Here they sat silent and still. Perhaps it was the heat. That was the logical reasoning. Heat bounced off of Metsaa's own chocolate feathering after all, and it often seemed that others were unwilling to deal with the trouble for any reason. Pathetic and useless as that was it was never the less truth. If the bird could have professed his annoyance in that way his expression would have twisted downward, but alas with a beak one has a rather restricted form of looks. Wings dipped once more, their down beats coming few and far between as the lad neared the broiling sands.

War was coming. Tension forming thicker then the draft over Metsaa's flight feathers. Yet here was silence. Silence in the heart of an oasis used by many of the Southerners. The falcon pulled up sharply, wings flayed out in a display of size before the small bird of prey landed lightly and tucked them away again. That sharp yellow beak tipped, drawing the head in a jerky bobby avian like observation of surroundings. Boring. So very horrifically boring. It had been weeks since he had last had the ability to study a thing. Weeks. The lack of formulated thought was starting to take it's toll int he form of constant paranoia.

By the gods Metsaaukio needed something to focus on. Something to stimulate. He was going mad left alone out in the desert. He knew all these patterns. Knew how this fraction of the world functioned to a tee. It was old. Boring. Pathetic. Thus with thin feet digging into the sand, the young falcon strode forward with brute purpose. There would be someone here to entertain him. Someone not quiet as moronic as the general population. Not that he had much real hope for such a thing, but one learned to be a bit optimistic in these parts.

[Mika]

She had decided to call her habit of stealing from other lands a hobby, if it could remotely be called that. She could never explain why but, it always amused her that she could easily sneak passed another kingdom's borders and would rarely be caught red handed. She only had a small piece of fruit clutched in her jaws when she flew back to the southern territory to rest.

Senka had found a suitable place to rest for a short while before, out of boredom, she took off again while looking for someone who could entertain her. From what she saw below her, none of the other dessert residence looked interesting. Not even the fights that had broken out caught her attention, they were, most likely, caused by the heat anyway.

The oasis in the distance did catch her attention. It was a relief to her at the moment; being an entirely dark creature in the desert she could overheat quickly. This would be the perfect place for her to rest until nighttime.

Someone else had gotten to the oasis before her, someone she didn't know quite well, much like the rest of the southerners "Hello there." Was all she said to the falcon as she flew a foot above his head and roosted in one of the trees.

((Sorry I took so long to post. And sorry if this isn't very good. This is my first time rping something other than a cat or dog))