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the owl is quick to grasp the crow's attention once more as he lifts from the fey girl's shoulders to land between them; in a manner that strikes ríoghain as protective. though he acknowledges the avian's proximity, ríoghain's gaze volley's back to the girl as she chirrups an apology. ❝he hasn't harmed me,❞ ríoghain murmurs, casually waving away her unwarranted apology as she owl hops back — presumably — to it's perch at the junction of her shoulders.

he's not keen on strangers — but i am.

a glimpse is given to the shadows creeping thru the gorge, watching another small chunk of broken off ice bob up and down, a helpless ragdoll against the rushing current of the river they stand near. ❝i'm ríoghain.❞ the caped empyrean offers with a gentlemanly bow of his head; not unlike the tip of a gentleman's hat.