[open] well we could be friends, we could shake hands

[lumelume]

WHO: Mado and you
WHAT: he's back
WHEN: early Kingsway
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: man dog dog man bird

I. I keep 'em close (for Ellie)

Maker only knows how long he's been flying, or if he spent the whole time as a pigeon, but when Mado returns to the Gallows it's in this form, late at night, and he makes a beeline for a familiar window of the tower.
Fluttering onto the sill, he nudges the glass open with his beak, and, seeing that (I'm taking a liberty here) she's still awake, pecks lightly on the windowframe to alert her of his presence.

II. I keep 'em real close (OTA)

After a two-month absence, it feels strange to simply come strolling back into work and wave hello to everyone who may or may not have missed or even noticed he was gone, so Mado opts to ease back into his presence in the Gallows by spending most of his time in canine form. Those who greet him are bound to see a quick transformation and receive a hug (or a handshake, or simply a hello, whatever they prefer), but to all other parties there simply is a little brown and white dog where there wasn't before, trotting about the courtyard, sleeping by fireplaces and under carts, and occasionally sitting perfectly still to watch the passersby with an uncanny awareness in his canine face.

III. So no one can take them from me (OTA)

There's still one realm where his human senses outperform his canine ones, and that's up in the Scouting office, where Mado sits placid and cross-legged as he leans over what, at first glance, might appear to be paperwork: and on a closer look, one might identify it as the Trade alphabet, dutifully written over and over, with each iteration finding new clarity.

There is a separate parchment with very simple words copied from a book, and also his name in both its forms, Amador and Mado, written in careful columns to practice the shape of the words.

He seems quite serene as he works, but is never one to turn away an interruption.

Comments

[lumelume]

He laughs, at that-- because when she asks, he realizes he doesn't entirely know.

"People will go off on missions and come back different," he reasons after a moment's thought, "like they've changed color slightly. Like leaves."

[notathreat]

Ellie's expression sobers, a darkness in her eyes as she nods.

Yeah. She's seen that. What the weight of years and memories dumped suddenly will do to a person.

"Nah," she says. "Still me."

[lumelume]

"Glad to hear it." And he means it, by the warmth in his eyes.

"I'll leave you now," he continues, checking over his shoulder out the window-- yes, he's about to do something insane-- but I'll see you around and about, yes?"

[notathreat]

Ellie has a feeling that she knows exactly what insane thing he's about to do.

She grins, nods, and leans in for the best view, readying to rush the window after him to see.

[lumelume]

A goofy, excited smile follows, and Mado tips himself backwards out the window, neatly somersaulting in the air before becoming a pigeon once more. He flies past, as if to wave goodbye to Ellie, and then vanishes into the night.

[notathreat]

"Oh, fuck you!" Ellie calls gleefully out her window, laughing aloud before she gives a wave and shuts it with a snap.

... it's good. Seeing him again.