Lake Rodney meet me half-way

knight avoided the sharp beak like how he would a sword. his jaws would part to release a bark ; a warning, one that said 'back off'. eventually, he said to the boy who lingered beneath his sun-kissed body. scared, it has to be, if we want departure.

he would crane his neck downwards, then. bark, boy. we bark together, scare it away. and so he would let out a chorus of swears, of barks that he could only hope would threaten the death-bird enough to encourage its exit. he firmed his body, too. holding tight to the ground below, tensing his muscles, becoming a shield for his boy.

we be patient, iseldur murmured. it will give up. fly away.