A young brown haired boy lifted himself into a sitting position without a sound, his eyes unwaveringly focused on the falcon. He grabbed his own pillow, but instead of throwing it he stripped off the pillow case and wrapped it around his arm. Raising his arm, he gave a piercing whistle, inviting the bird to land. It hovered for a minute before deciding to accept his offer, swooping down and burying it's long talons in the soft material, luckily stopping just short of piercing it. The boy's softened as he gazed at the bird, stroking it's feathers lightly.

"What a magnificent creature," He said, standing up and moving over to the window. He lowered his arm so it could fly back out if it wanted, or if not he just closed it. Either way he turned back to the room and looked around, seeing people rolling out of bed. "I suppose that was our wake up call today. It was effective enough." He moved back to his own bunk and gathered his clothes for the day, along with the sword leaning against his bedframe. "I advise that the rest of you get a quick start on the morning. Today is an important day, after all." With that he quickly exited the room to find the privacy to change.