Emberflame Ridge Negotiate a peace, or negotiate a time and place

The woman's seemingly classified information stunned her at first, but she caught on quickly and it was almost unnoticeable; her pause. Iolana did laugh though, a kind of relieving chuckle that seemed to ease the air around the four. Glancing from the humored lady to her own feathered friend Iolana made a simple decision and tapped Lale with her muzzle as a whistle seeped from her parted lips.

The whistle special, an elaborate series of mixed dynamics, part of a code unbeknownst to anyone but Iolana and her companion. Replied with a less complex call, one high-pitched short line before it was over and Lale shot off her shoulder and soared into the sky; watching. I had only been a recon mission, not uncommon for the two to complete.

The bird above occasionally diving off to the side only to reappear moments later, never for long. "Lale is simply meandering, she's making sure there isn't anything around. She will be back." the woman said informative before turning her focus back to the lady and her words. "Wanderers? Well, you haven't stumbled upon much. Just two more wanderers. One being almost deaf and another being a bird." the painted one mused, chuckling a bit to herself. "Nothing much." she added looking off to the side.