Noctisardor Bypass the loxian gate

the mention of the yellow-feathered bird was enough to provoke a nod. but she was watching how druid's mouth was moving, and wondered if her sister meant to guard some morsel for herself. heda was a bit jealous but it passed at once in prospect of a hunt.
she wended between the trees.
"maybe he is their leader. their graf."
heda considered for a moment. "how far do they fly, do you think, druid?" she was fixed on their path across the heavens once more.