[The Barrow-Wight]

Susan Delgado joins the game.

Krikaw awoke in time to see Akaaw flying overhead. Now where would he be going before the rest of the flock was up and breakfasting? Perhaps he'd recieved a summons from the Master. With a flip of his wings, he settled back into place, not yet ready to rise. However, he was unable to go back to sleep; there was a disturbance among the birds on the branch underneath his. With a caw of impatience, he peered down to see what was wrong.

It seemed they too had seen Akaaw flying and were busily discussing it, although too quietly to be easily overheard. Well, that was just too bad; Krikaw was too old and too irritated to be polite.

"What are you doing?" He screeched.

All of them looked up, startled; they were all under a year of age and were used to taking orders from Krikaw.

"Well?" He said when no one volunteered any information.

"Oh, nothing, Sir," the oldest croaked, "We were just wondering where the Leader was going." The others ruffled feathers and clacked beaks in agreement. With a soft whistle, he left them to their discussion.

Hearing Fingot's clacking beak, he looked up. He watched the younger birds stumbling around with a touch of disgust. Had he taught them nothing? Turning his head to peer off the branch and onto the ground, he glided down in search of breakfast.

[ December 13, 2002: Message edited by: The Barrow-Wight ]