AU week

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede steps into Milliways a very different man from his usual self: most noticeably, he has a large eagle perched on his shoulder on a thick leather pad, wickedly curved talons gentle as she grips her perch, nosing her beak into his braided hair. His fingers work through the bird's fine, dark golden feathers and he speaks softly to her in a lilted voice.

"Oh relax, relax, you know this place," he murmurs. "Go sit up in the rafters." He shifts his shoulder and lets her take off, watching his daemon settle up on the thick beam: it's her favorite spot, judging by the clawmarks already in the wood.

Feel free to bother him as he writes his letters.

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[thewidewideworld]

A veiled figure in the corners panting henna patterns on one bared hand looks up at the flap of wings. Flashing gold eyes follow the arch of the fiercely graceful bird up to it's perch.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede is concentrating on his writing, forming narrowly looped letters in elegant script, and sometimes looking up at his bird as he pauses for thought.

"Felicity," he calls. "Stop glaring at people."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric looks across suddenly at the voice, moving to pull gloves back on before remembering the drying henna. "I'm sorry! It's alright, she isn't-" So flustered, he can't quite form a sentence.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

In the rafters is a raven, looking at the eagle quite unafraid.

[the_cupbearer]

The eagle is utterly unconcerned: she keeps a steady watch on her human with a soft crooning noise as he writes. Feathers ruffled for her to preen, she gives a beady aquiline stare to the raven, clicking her beak.

[bigarmy_strangepants]

The raven gnaws on her foot the way birds do, unconcerned as well.

She has one white feather in her wing.