Life had formed a pattern once more, and she found that it provided a small comfort to her. The land that had been so new was now familiar and she found that she enjoyed exploring it. Many days she would begin from above, a quick scan of the land to ensure nothing was remarkably amiss. Then she would spot her green companion and land nearby (never too close as she did not want to startle him) and join him for breakfast. Afterwards he would meander away on his rounds and she would become better acquainted with her home from the ground. It was a terribly simple life compared to what she had been accustomed to before, but there was contentment to be had. 

She found that Fart was growing stronger, perhaps from all the exercise, or maybe because by joining her to eat he kept to a more usual regime, or possibly because he simply felt better. She couldn’t be sure, but he definitely did not look quite so scrawny as when they had first met. There was also a look of satisfaction in his brown eyes that had been absent before, and secretly it made her happy to see it. 

She had noticed there were a couple of times he had ventured out, but she had not really questioned him about it. She assumed he was looking for others to offer his home to and she left it at that. She enjoyed that he had a mission and that he was dedicated enough to work towards it. But when she spots the beautiful creature that stumbles into the forest she feels shocked somehow. She can only stare for several moments while she tries to understand that her quiet life has just changed.

And then she hears him, calling out to her. Of course he would know her, he had invited her here after all. But she was so beautiful, so sweet in appearance and bearing… it made her question herself. She had never been much in the way of looks, taking more after her father than her mother. And the premise behind this herd was for creatures that didn’t belong elsewhere; did that truly make her a monster? Her golden eyes glance down at her talons and feathered limbs anxiously. What was becoming of her that such things bothered her so?

Hawk eyes flick upward to watch him approach her with his awkward smile that she had come to appreciate. They seem such a ridiculous pair to an outsider (and true she does not know the girl personally) but to her it seems that they make a great match; both sweet and somewhat innocent. Perhaps she would not make such a good companion now after all.

But she has promised to protect this place, and that makes her necessary at least. Somewhat reassured in her role, she approaches the pair and notices the glaze over the female’s eyes. Ah, that was why she was here. The hawk mare glances at Fart furtively to see if she can catch any hint of what he is thinking, but failing she simply clears her throat a little to announce her presence to the new girl. “Lucie was it? Welcome. I’m Seraphina.” Her voice is soft but authoritative, because that was the only way she could mask whatever confusion was playing out in her brain.

Seraphina