Re: 1372: The Year of Wild Magic: Day 244-248
Myarra nods, first at Timber, accepting the assignment, then at Dwight, acknowledging him. The man was clearly unhappy to be paired with her, but Myarra paid it no mind. She's faced down monsters that would eat your face if you showed the slightest weakness. Dwight was not going to be an issue.
As soon as enough pitch is ready, she hands the stirring stick to Dwight, fills two buckets and flies them up onto the deck. The hatch into the cargo hold isn't big enough for her to fly in with her wings fully stretched out and, with two buckets of pitch, she doesn't dare try anything fancy. She simply lands, then carries each bucket in turn down to where the Timber's men are working, then retrieves the empty buckets to return.
On the way, she pauses by Shannon and whispers in the cat's ear. Giving her a pet, she gets a rock-hard headbutt in return, and waits a few seconds while Shannon scampers away before gathering up the buckets and casually flying back to Dwight.