posted on Aug, 18 2015 @ 03:50 PM
The falcons squawked madly as Jealous and Mortivus came upon the large, spacious aviary. Val was accustomed to visiting her falcons daily and insisted
on feeding them herself. Anticipating the fact that the falcons had not been fed in days, Jealous had brought with him several live mice which he let
loose on the aviary's floor before entering, when the mice were gone and the falcons had fed themselves, the pair entered as the birds went wild,
somehow, they knew something was wrong. Jealous was weraing a leather sleeve on his left arm, Mortivus another, “Hold your arm out,” he told
Mortivus looking back at him, “after I let Temespt land upon my arm, Lucy should follow and land upon yours. Val trained them expertly.” Jealous
extended his arm and, almost as though he had heard, Tempest flew right to the tifling and landed upon his arm, “You see? Now you.” Mortivus did
as he was told and Lucy flew to him just as well.
“Jealous, what are you planning?” Mortivus asked.
“These birds are like Val's children. She once told me that if they could speak they would call her 'Mistress'. I mean to use them to find Val, if
that's even possible. If not, the worse that could happen is they fly off to be free. I think they will take us to her, though, wherever she is.”
“Are you certain?” asked Mortivus leering cautiously at Lucy.
“Not at all, but its worth a shot.”
“I suppose.” said Mortivus.
“Let's go, then.” Jealous said as he walked toward the aviaries exit.
As they left, the birds stayed clamped to their arms as they were trained. Jealous didn't bother with the cages this time as the birds were likely
never coming back to the castle. When they reached the gates, Jealous gave Mortivus a look and said, “Are you sure you want to come?”
“Without a doubt.” said Mortivus with a stern expression.
“Then we will walk to the edge of town before letting them fly.”
The two of them drew suspicious looks as they walked through Tryston with falcons clinging to their arms, women scurried to scoop up their staring
boys and clutched crying daughters protectively to the hems of their skirts. Men stared vacantly as they passed but none made to accost the pair as
they walked, some clearly recognized the castellan, those that did must have thought him insane. They at last came to the road that led south out of
Tryston and exited into the Court Woods. Jealous relaxed his arm and launched Tempest with a deft expertise, “If Val could have seen that.” He
said looking at Mortivus, “Now you.” Mortivus launched Lucy just as well, having been falconing many times before but with birds with which he was
The two raptors swirled in the air for a moment, Tempest leading his smaller sister into a downward spiral before breaking it off mere feet from the
ground. They glided out over the woods and, after a while, circled several times over an expanse of trees. All of a sudden, Tempest darted back toward
Jealous, screeching like mad and beatig his wings furiously/s. Jealous extended his arm and Tempest landed once more. He looked at Jealous and
screeched several times, Jealous gave the bird a knowing look and launched him again. The tiefling looked back at Mortivus and said, “Looks like we
have something.” As Tempest flew farther south, Jealous broke off into a run, following the birds as best he could. After a short while they came to
a dimly lit area of woods through which a stream ran beneath a dead, fallen tree. Jealous saw the crude mound before he heard Tempest screech above
him from his perch amongst the branches. “There.” he said, pointing to the mound of sodden dirt. The two of them rushed to the mound and began
digging with their hands, both of them having thrown off the falconing sleeves which they had been wearing.
It took nearly an hour before they finally uncovered the dirty, rolled up carpet. Jealous sat up and put his hands on his thighs as he said, “Val's
“Jealous, we don't have to...”
“Yes, we do, Mortivus. I have to see it for myself.” Jealous said raggedly as he continued to frenetically unearth the wet carpet.
A thin voice echoed from behind them stopping the pair cold, “Jealous, dear,” it whispered in a weak cadence, “do not, for the love you bear me,
open that carpet.”