Ridge
I disdain all glittering gold
Zalir gazed at Crow for a moment in disbelief of this 'date' they were supposedly on. However her mind was still stuck onto finding her lost child. "This war is looking to be a lost cause more by the minute. Our supposed saviour is a child looking for a way to gain power." She sighed to herself reliving the flashback memories of when she was there when he was born. The emotions of having others like her around, not being the last of her own kind. "Yet perhaps it may be different.." when he feet began to walk over the dry land she dug her talons in letting he body adjust to the changes. She gazed round sending out a karg roar out into the air as it slowly turned to eat sounded like a cry.