waiting for love [★] making supply baskets

[rhosmari]

The woman was up high, soaring at a slow and sluggish pace and watching what was happening beneath her. She still didn't really understand what they were going on about. Baskets? Slowly she floated downwards, losing altitude so that she could pick up more of the conversation. When it became apparent what this was all about she had a bit more of a spark of interest in the whole ordeal. Supply baskets. That meant something had happened to this place and perhaps the many others that resided around this spit of land. With a large beat of sizable wings the barn owl would push down at a faster pace and rear back to land upon the ground. Though it was a bit unsettling to be on the ground like this she knew she was more or less going to still have an easy chance to escape from any danger. Her tail feathers brushed against the ground as she walked forward, metal claws clinking against the ground as she went to eye the beginnings of the supply baskets. She had nothing to give, she didn't see a reason why she would give anything to creature she didn't care about. They could make do on their own. After all the rest of them were putting in...well, what looked like mostly junk to her. With a roll of bronze red colored eyes the avian would step back.

She guessed she could wish them well or something. The journey would be long though if the creatures didn't come back she wouldn't feel sad over it. ''Perhaps you should bring more muscle than...just that.'' She motioned a wing to the child before looking back to the baskets. Though that was all the advice she was willing to give. A journey to other places could always invite danger but she had no inclination of going herself.