[grace may not be part of his name, but morga has never looked so relieved to see someone in decades. it's an impressive sight to see him burst into the clearing like that, and it's impossible to keep the surprise and awe from her face. jæger puffs up in alarm and shrieks, and morga's free hand goes to gently settle a finger over his beak. not in her face, big guy. with both shoulders now free of any feathery passengers, she hefts her arm up to send the eagle off. he finds a decently sized branch just out of reach, but still within range to keep posturing and puffing his feathers up as if he doesn't recognize julian, nor does he seem to understand why morga isn't on guard or brandishing a weapon. not right away. it's been awhile since he's seen the other man, so it's. new.
and with her burden completely gone, it gives her the freedom to stride over, lean down, and reach for both of julian's hands to haul him at least halfway into an upright position once he's fallen. oi - don't give her that look, malak. you're not out of the frying pan just yet, little man. morga just has more... pressing things to deal with right now. namely, julian. he doesn't seem hurt, just frazzled which is... good. very good, considering the way he went down. at worst his feathers are ruffled and sticking up in odd directions, but that's an easy fix.]
Oh, you know. Children arguing over nonsense. They were fine until they started going off over gods-knows-what. Jæger started looking at him in an odd way, Malak said something, and evidentially he had opinions about it.
[was it jealousy? it was probably jealousy on jæger's part, but that's a problem for future morga. waving a hand, morga exhales sharply through her nose and looks past julian's shoulder to the broken branches and path broken through the shrubbery. hm. she's never actually been in this position before. her face screws up for a moment, relaxes, and she tears her eyes away from the mess to look at the loose feathers on the ground.]
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and with her burden completely gone, it gives her the freedom to stride over, lean down, and reach for both of julian's hands to haul him at least halfway into an upright position once he's fallen. oi - don't give her that look, malak. you're not out of the frying pan just yet, little man. morga just has more... pressing things to deal with right now. namely, julian. he doesn't seem hurt, just frazzled which is... good. very good, considering the way he went down. at worst his feathers are ruffled and sticking up in odd directions, but that's an easy fix.]
Oh, you know. Children arguing over nonsense. They were fine until they started going off over gods-knows-what. Jæger started looking at him in an odd way, Malak said something, and evidentially he had opinions about it.
[was it jealousy? it was probably jealousy on jæger's part, but that's a problem for future morga. waving a hand, morga exhales sharply through her nose and looks past julian's shoulder to the broken branches and path broken through the shrubbery. hm. she's never actually been in this position before. her face screws up for a moment, relaxes, and she tears her eyes away from the mess to look at the loose feathers on the ground.]
...Did you think I was in trouble?