((My Celt/Scots is terrible, dun' judge me. xD))
Seth Corvus | Half-Blood Avian
Companions: Daizen (Sleipnir)
Dantalion (Jackalope)
Blood Bond: Jack the jackdaw.
Tags: Silverhart | Delwyn Szarvas
"Tali, leave the poor guy alone. Haven't I told you not to do that?" He walked over to the two creatures, crouching down for a moment to pick up the protesting ball of black fur and feathers and put him on the sleipnir's hindquarters, taking the opportunity to loosen the saddle's chinch and take a drink from the waterskin in his saddlebag. Putting the waterskin back, he gently patted the sleipnir on his shoulder. "Seems you don't have to hide back here anymore - and that guy seemed rather interested in seeing you up close, from what I could tell. How about it, Dai?" The sleipnir raised his head at being addressed, giving a soft snort in answer, eyeing the nearby clover patches. Seth rolled his eyes and shot him a warning glance. "Oh, no you don't. If you go anywhere near that clover, I'm going to have to tie you up. You're coming back with me." He turned back to re-join Delvyn under the ash tree, the sleipnir reluctantly following him, and the jackalope already asleep on the sleipnir's back.
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Enda Guaire | Human
Companions: Taraen (Rune Drake)
Lonn (Rune Dragon)
Tags: Silverhart | Oskar Airgead
Enda finally finished releasing her legs from the saddle's straps, swinging her right leg over Taraen's neck while the drake attempted to give the noisy humming-bumble that was buzzing around his head a deadpan glare - an effort that the small rune dragon on top of the drake's head was far more successful at despite its far greater relative cuteness. Once one got past the first impressions of seeing Enda with the great rune drake, it would soon be obvious that this girl was no Dragoon. Her drake did not bear the slightest scrap of armor, and unlike the elaborate tack used by the Dragoons of Alabaster, her tack consisted only of a simple leather saddle at the base of the drake's neck, hand-made to perfectly fit the creature and decorated with Celtic designs along the edges. And the drake wasn't even white.
Sensing her drake's annoyance, Enda looked up to see what was being so noisy and bothering her bonded, and could scarcely hold back a laugh when she noticed the tiny golden bird chirping and whistling angrily as it darted around the drake's head. A deadly glare towards the laughing girl and a mighty puff of smoke and air - which somehow managed to catch the tiny bird and send it tumbling through the air - served as plenty of evidence to anyone nearby that Taraen was very much not amused. With the incessant chirping and buzzing gone, however, he soon relaxed, settling down on the rocks and turning his head to take a few sips of icy cold river water. Enda turned her attention to the halfborn who seemingly had just untangled himself from the bushes, judging from a few scratches on his arms and a small twig stuck in his hair.
"Me apologies if we scared ya. Dinnae expect any ta be here. That buzzing birdie, is't with ya? Ye better keep it outta trouble." She awkwardly curtsied to the halfborn as she apologized as politely as she could, even as her thick Celt accent poked holes in the politeness, hinting at barely contained curiosity and excitement. "Th' name's Enda. Them twa -" at this she waved a hand to the drake behind her and the fuzzy little creature on top of its head - "are Taraen and Lonn." She didn't seem to care much for the fact that this left the stranger to try and figure out which one was which.