The Sunspire truth at first light

often he would preen, eat, and be on his way to patrol the air. visits to various listening-posts or watchstations occurred throughout the evening, and always he would keep record of what he'd seen or what he'd learned. the command would need the intel, and he was the prestigious thirdeye after all — they would be in need of his knowledge.

it was rare, though, to wake before a living creature. it was a terrestrial; he blinked sleepily, slowly, one eye at a time, and his dished face tilted. the creature was bigger than the echet yet not so large as to be a beastly thing, such as the giants of winter-sleep. 

thirdeye reacted next with a clicking, a thoughtful sound, as he considered what to do next. the tktk-tk-tktk-tk, of his chattering beak was very faint, but he could hear nothing else among the trees, and wondered what this ground-thing would do.