Green Labyrinth
She's been lying low since the move to the Rift, silently going about her business and absorbing all the information that she possibly can about this strange new world and its residents. She has found places that she favours - the forest - and places that she dislikes - the newly corrupted, extra whirlpool-y Riptide Isles - and has slowly began to gather intel about this place she must call home. Ker has been by her side at every step, albeit a lot quieter than she usually is thanks to whatever strange sickness plagues their bond. It's only intermittent, and sometimes the raptor's voice is as clear as it ever was, but other times it's blurry and unintelligible. During these times, Oizys feels lost. She might ridicule her bonded at times, but she doesn't know what to do without the eagle that she's had inside her mind since she was a newborn. The two manage to get by despite their new handicap, and Ker sails idly above the young mare's head today as she heads towards the newest calling by Kaos - or, as the gargoyle now likes to call him, Bullshitamoa. New lands being opened is a source of great interest, and the gargoyle prowls through the crowd with her ears fully erect to absorb as much information as physically possible. Her leonine tail twines behind her, and her cold grey gaze zones in on the first familiar face she sees - Erebos. Her General, because that's what he'll always be to her, stands broodily at the outskirts of the gathering, and Oizys makes a smooth beeline towards him whilst Ker lands heavily on her withers to peek around her neck at him. "What do you think?" she murmurs to him without preamble. He, like her, is war-brained; is he, like her, contemplating all the hundreds of different ways that they can bring Bullshitamoa down? "Seems to me like he's rewarding us for being good little darlings that haven't tried to kill him yet...but surely nobody here is dumb enough to fall for that again?" |
Speaks to @Erebos
