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[mad_orange_eyes]

Outside the mansion, a large brown and white hawk perches on a tree branch, looking around with mad eyes, eyes that looked like a flame burned orange behind them. This wasn't where he meant to land, he's certain, but he can't sort out just where he is. Even trying to is difficult. He doesn't like some of the presences that he's sure lurk in the

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[sissy_queen]

And somewhere by the lake is Gwenevere, picking flowers and singing to herself.

[mad_orange_eyes]

If she looks up might notice the hawk then circling above her, looking down.

[sissy_queen]

She will, at one point, and shield her eyes to see better. She'll smile, finding the bird beautiful and impressive.

[mad_orange_eyes]

He settles near the top of a nearby tree, looking back down at her in return.

[sissy_queen]

"Lo, hast interest ?" Softly. She doesn't really dare to move, but she is really fascinated.