From the top of the slab of rock that jut out past the line of birch, Sybri and her horse stood silently overlooking the Loudwater below. The scout's vantage point provided a good view of whoever or whatever crossed the river. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, she was just watching.
Bri spotted the colorful bird as it flapped into view, then held up her arm for it to alight. Unlike in the past, the bird carried nothing with him, no twig, no paper, nothing. It didn't need to any more, Sybri knew it meant, her Lady needed her.
Lifting her arm with a sudden motion, she sent the bird back on wing. Reining her horse to move backward away from the edge of the cliff then turning into the birch forest, she clicked her tongue and made her way down the mountains side at a full gallop.
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