Blacktail Deer Plateau the sea my favored fortune

would it just have been the two of them, kun would've given ying a sour look as she both informs him that she will tell rosalyn that he is a hunter and then goes on to claim that all three gyrfalcons came from him. given what they were trying to pull off, however, the sensu remains firmly in place and he offers a slow, hopeful nod, aquamarine gaze volleying between the women as they speak: first ying and then rosalyn. it is not lost upon kun that now, should the scarred woman accept him into rusalka's fold, he would have to hone those subpar hunting skills to keep up the facade of being a hunter good enough to down three gyrfalcons.

the back of his ear, where gyrfalcon talons had spliced flesh, stings.

tell her that i will try? though he suspects that ying will not need the affirmation from him. still, presenting it in a questioning tone to ying as he looks to her, helps with the illusion they've wove.