for marguey and lagopa
[ There's a spot between the sky and the ground, an outcrop of dirt and rock alongside a modest gathering of winter pines. Their strong branches will hold snow well when winter at last brings its cold claws onto the land. Settling upon one of those green perches with a flutter of golden wings, the bird calls out. A trilling sound that searches for friends, but it's different than the usual, lonesomely musical call.
This time, he's looking for friends he know will answer.
Niarkhos spent a long time scouring every distant corner of the world he could, many decades of travel, nearly gave up hope in his pursuit until he met two animal spirits. He'll keep these companions for as long as he is able. ]