Barrow Fields guzila

anu noticed a change after the word fate; it was subtle, but the hawk was used to studying the faces of his people; people which, were not always open books and often were stern-faced and stoic like him. he blinked, adjusting to this change with an unbothered air.

it was disappointing none of his kind had made it here. perhaps he was a pioneer, a blazi -- he and anti might be on the cusp of founding a new dynasty. anu breathed out his disappointment, wanting to dig more into whatever it was he had glimpsed in the man. "not a friend, of fate?"