[Watching the bird soar above leaves a single splotch of vision in his eye, where the rest have become accustomed to the diffused but brilliant light of Nysa's sun. Casting his gaze to the ground, the grass swirls - he can't see in enough detail to pinpoint where he'd thrown the jewel.
All he has is a vague idea-
And a vague feeling of being watched.
Takasugi turns to the intake of breath that precedes speech, and he doesn't need the vision that's slowly returning to him to recognize who has joined him.
He smiles, but he isn't amused.] Heh. What good advice, Ms. Bird Instructor.
Go ahead and teach it that. [Two fingers plunge into his satchel, producing a mangled piece of what once was a mouse. The moment he raises it, the hawk descends, landing on his gloved hand with agitated wings.]
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All he has is a vague idea-
And a vague feeling of being watched.
Takasugi turns to the intake of breath that precedes speech, and he doesn't need the vision that's slowly returning to him to recognize who has joined him.
He smiles, but he isn't amused.] Heh. What good advice, Ms. Bird Instructor.
Go ahead and teach it that. [Two fingers plunge into his satchel, producing a mangled piece of what once was a mouse. The moment he raises it, the hawk descends, landing on his gloved hand with agitated wings.]