Family Reunion
"Oh hush, now, Rak," Mord patted the treekin in warrior's style of reassuring a nervous first-timer before the dawn of battle, looking over to address Sirrot.
"Like all treekin, he likes some sun and soil, but he sometimes forgets himself in his location. I should wonder if all trees shout, and we but lack the ears to hear them?". Mord assumed a thoughtful visage, then returned his attention to the small plant familiar, lifting it up to his sight, and closer to his ear.
"You're going to make the neighbourhood think that you talk more than the ladies, and without any skills at movement. Do your kind never learn to talk for a stealthing patrol? We're here for Sirrot's family, and his flying pet. I heard there might be a nice garden for you to visit, so brought you out to discuss of magics and such things.
"So the flying magics - that might indeed be of use. Hmm. You may ride on my shoulder if you keep quiet. It is a shame that you cannot speak directly to my ears like Sirrot's little friend - perhaps we should work on magics like that as well."
Mord weighed the interesting ability to fly against the risks. Birds did it, so how difficult could it be? You ran on the air, or wooshed with magic like a stream. This was weighed versus the potential embarassment -hmm... Mord had seen birds collide together, and both birds fell to the ground ingloriously, and Mord was far larger and mightier than other birds. Surely he would be fine. Learning in private was a coward's check - if you needed to learn to swing a sword, you did so. If you wished to learn magic to fly, you did so.
Still, Sirrot's concern on quiet and stealth presented a truer concern.
"I hold little concern about the learning before him - Sirrot has some magical talents, he advises, and so surely would be knowledged on such things. My popping up and soaring around might be problematic, however. I remember learning my bladecraft, and, because of my might, injuring some before I learned how to strike but check my blows.
"Huhm. Sirrot is quite stealthy. Even watching him, I cannot hear him. Good skill there.
"Rak, if you can whisper quietly to me, then stay on my shoulder, and let us learn these magical things. If you lack the ability to moderate your volume, then back in the bag it shall be. Let us proceed."
While Sirrot ghosted through the shadows ahead of Mord, Mord followed at a distance that would not draw attention to his scouting friend, but down the middle of the paths - a warrior wary of ambush, not hiding. The Triplefang was not throwing his braggadocio around, but the confidence of his strides was a powerful man moving, talking to himself, and do not interfere with his constitutional.
OOC:
09:11, Today: Mord rolled 20 using 1d20+12. Intimidate (str).
Don't bother me.
And hey, let's study quietly as we walk