Snippet #2703728

Flynn raced through the brush her full black eyes pushing the yellow, red, and orange tinted jungle foliage aside. Her hunter's sight was far more useful for tracking odd planar events and she very much needed to get home. Soft scuffing of practiced feet moved from spot to spot through the jungle across rocks avoiding what noise she could. Reachers were creatures of subterfuge out of necessity. The old ones of Losthome that laid eyes on interlopers were not kind. Her black feathers were best kept low into bushes where shadow would help hide the cobalt fringes among them and the bright cobalt inner layer of her feathered crest hid by pressing it hard to her head.

Flynn's tail furled as her third eyelid crossed over to allow blue-veined black slit-eyes to flit in. Her retina gleamed silver at the feline male and with all that jumping made it apparent he at least didn't have any obvious weapons. Flynn was a small female with a stooped posture of her kind that left the top over head barely over an average human's hip.

Flynn called out in her broken common a hard singsong and fluted edge to common given her syrinx, ♫It goes one way, male. No knowing if other way too! Stuck, like me?♫