[ There's a rustle in the trees below. Moments later, an absolutely tiny brown and silver falcon comes fluttering out of the foliage and beelines for Bothari's glove. He's rather clumsy at it still, wings flapping too hard and turning too sharply into the wind. But approaches quickly, soaring up into the air before diving down for Bothari's glove. A little too quickly. He doesn't so much as land on Bothari's hand as collide with it bodily.
I got it, I got it, hang on -- Miles practically chirrups over the link as he fumbles to latch on. ]
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I got it, I got it, hang on -- Miles practically chirrups over the link as he fumbles to latch on. ]