Stavanger Bay her early leaf's a flower

You will fly today.

Qilaq blinks a few times as she stares at Amayo, trying to understand the words. She doesn't have wings like a bird that will carry her away, or if she does she doesn't know how to work them. The way Amayo bore her gaze into her own causes the itch to turn and inspect her back to fade, ears falling back against her head. If she could look, she could find out for her own, but she isn't able to move her head and listened to the rest of the words given to her. 

Something doesn't feel right. She's never heard this tone before, a few degrees of worry and panic that comes to her ears and grips her. Qilaq swallows a lump forming in her throat, unsure of where it's come from, and adjusts her stance a fraction. It is only when she hears a second call, familiar, that puts a little ease into her form and she forces a break away from Amayo's hard stare to the figure in the distance. "Appeh," she quietly mutters to herself, momentarily forgetting their purpose.