Bethany Hawke || Grey Warden (
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faderift2018-04-01 11:54 pm
[Closed - Warden Assignment] So Take These Broken Wings...
WHO: Bethany, Carver, Inessa, Alex, Audra, and Myr
WHAT: Summary of content
WHEN: Timing (backdated, covering a span, etc.)
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.
WHAT: Summary of content
WHEN: Timing (backdated, covering a span, etc.)
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.
In the Beginning of our Tale, the griffons were acting oddly.
Well, let us get more specific ... some of the griffons were acting oddly, and that was causing some distress to the other griffons. Enough that Bethany was standing outside of their nesting area, frowning with no little concern. Flea was snapping at poor Butterball and Potato. At the bottom of the stairs, Button was making a distressed noise, turning around in circles as he tried to find a way to climb up to the tower.
Not to mention that Burp and Uggie were nowhere to be seen. The Senior Mage warden put down one of the buckets of food to watch the griffons for a few moments longer, before she put out the meals in piles, all around the top of the tower. She knew others were there, and she knew they all looked as concerned as she did.
She went over to Carver, where the two started a quiet conversation as they went to check on Buttons down below. By the time they reached the base of the tower, however, it was not as quiet as it could have been...
" -- well yes I know you're worried, Carver, but it's not like we have a griffon doctor on hand." Came Bethany's voice from inside the tower, "All we can honestly say is that they are acting ... 'odd'."

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Inessa and Myr's arrivals relax him a bit. And he's glad they're not the only ones who have noticed the griffons' odd behavior lately. "Ghost hasn't been involved either, but he seems just as confused. It's not like those other ones to get that snappish. Sure, they'll squabble over food occasionally, but not like this."
He slides his sister a mild glare. Don't you even start, Beth. Don't you dare. He's got blackmail on you, remember.
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She rubs her neck for a moment. "I suppose you aren't referring to the dog breed." That'd be too easy. "Well, my world only has fictional griffons, although across different mythologies there's some different creatures with parallels. Front legs and wings and head of an eagle, body and tail and back legs of a lion, yeah? Royalty of the land and the sky, just about. Does that sound like your griffons?"
Alex chews the inside of the cheek. "Without seeing them it's hard to guess, but are there any threads in common between the ones actin' up and the ones not? Changes in diet, places they've been, people they interact with, habits? Do they groom each other?"
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"There are big creatures in the mountains, maybe they're going to play."
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"Mating season, not enough mental stimulation or exercise, maybe... inconsistent stuff in their environment or routine? I mean, they could be going to play, but... that seems unlikely if one of them's gettin' territorial. They might be being more aggressive with other animals, not goin' out to socialise."
Her knuckles graze against her jaw, a pensive habit. "Are there any old documents about their temperaments, and that? Even if it's heaps out of date and maybe off base, it'd give us something to work off."
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"No, there's really not anything. What exists is probably in Weisshaupt, and let's just say we're not able to go back up there and ask nicely for the copies." It touches on a source of frustration for Carver as of late, as he explains, "I tried scouring our books here, and there's nothing. This is exactly what I was worried about happening: a change in behavior and we've no idea what to attribute it to."
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She made a face herself, matching Carver's, at the mention of Weisshaupt. "Well I still think your idea is a good one, Carver. We should follow them, make sure everything is all right. That they aren't eating something they shouldn't be, or whatever else is happening here."
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She perks up, intrigued and hopeful at the prospect. "At any rate, I can take Potato to investigate. I believe she can accommodate another rider, as long as I'm there."
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Over by the base of the stairs--mostly out of sight of the little clump of Wardens and bystanders--Buttons has begun whining in his distress. It's Not Pleasant; nothing to be done but for Myr to go over there and see if he can't soothe his feathery friend's agitation. "Come on, fella, it can't be that bad..."
True to his unhappy form, Buttons doesn't even notice the package of bacon. Whatever's gotten to him has gotten him bad.