Gyrfalcon's Keep can't stop the swag

Wanna fade here, with the two of them going off to visit with the rest of the fam?

"I didn't know that!" the child declared when informed that Ragnar was an Outrider too. "Yeah, it ended at the bottom of a mountain, the one right behind the plateau, I think." She rolled her shoulders, indicating that she wasn't entirely certain. It had been an awesome adventure, though, alternatively exciting and terrifying.

The birds were gone and Thistle proposed they make another attempt to run to the bay. "Okay," the child agreed, counting as instructed before bursting from the crevice like a stuntman fired from a cannon. She glanced behind her to make sure Thistle was keeping pace, then faced forward and pumped her legs, running as fast as she could toward the seaside.

When she felt sure they'd gone far enough, Osprey braked to a halt, panting as she turned around. She could see the raptors circling the keep in the distance, though none of them had followed this far. She sighed in relief, her damp nose touching the side of Thistle's neck when the Healer caught up to her. Now they stood just a few dozen yards from the bay's borders.

She looked forward to seeing Ragnar again. Perhaps he would have some words of wisdom to share regarding her latest trade pursuit. Maybe he even had a cool title for a female Outrider. Junior also wanted to play with her foster siblings, especially Tveir. She would never forget the way he'd comforted her when she'd been upset and torn about her two families. She owed him some quality playtime.

"Hey," Junior piped up as they presumably walked into the territory, "'fore I forget, do you have any messages I could take back to my dad? That's part of being an Outrider," she said, though Thistle probably already knew that. "He said, uh, he's sorry he missed the festival too," Junior fibbed. Peregrine hadn't said that verbatim, though as an up-and-coming Outrider, she thought it her duty to convey his unspoken regrets anyhow.