Racing past multiple contrived tents concocted by the roaming and pillaging children of Tiamat, the new form of Xaron, led by the pirate’s familiar, soon dawned upon the prisoner bivouac, where the slave with the gilden gaze of gold was apparently held. Halting her progress, the bard mentally motioned the avian guide to circle above, mainly in the line of sight of the wilder, while she intentionally crossed his stare, intermittently from time to time, hoping to garner his interest and attention.

Once. Twice. Thrice. It was not obvious that the skittish guise could be discerned and diagnosed.

Until recognized, the feline would secure a gentle distance, pawing the earth, placating its dog-piled dirt with the enjoyment of tumbling silt upon itself. The mystical [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hadimu][color=ed1c24][i]kitmiri[/i][/color][/url] would toy with the evident siesta of Torus, engendering the mercantilism of this more youthful figure, and others to come though animistic, as these were more rewarding than the corpus of a frail and slowly fading sailor. 

[i]Purr.[/i]

Quickly, the soil amalgamated into a purposeful steeple, pointing towards the cobalt bird circling the sky. 

Every now and then, whilst guards were distracted or amiss, the reincarnated songster, with closed eyes, wandered the camp as Judgment, hoping to procure and purchase the position of the mousy Leosin with pupils from the heavens, branded by the wish of an inverted [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pangur_B%C3%A1n][color=ed1c24][i]Pangur Bán[/i][/color][/url] yearning for another's monk. 

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Hekazu]