The owl didn't seem certain if it was supposed to allow Riq to follow it, so it seemed to have a crisis of indecision both flying slow enough to be easily followed, but darting in and out of brush and bramble with the arrows to be difficult to see. Aerdrie heard Riq's shout, as he'd reached the base of the rocky plateau she'd recently finished dueling and then sniping from. Riq watched the owl had perched clearly struggling with the arrows and its singed wing.
Aerdrie told herself she was only going down for her owl and with tired grace she descended the side of the little cliff with grace and ease brought on by using her rope. She landed kicking up a small amount of dust and with several quick strides found both Riq and with several more strides crossed to where her owl was perched screeching with great annoyance at her. She glanced left and right whistling for her hawk to keep watch. She took the arrows from the creature restowing them into her quiver.
With the keen eyes of her kind she lifted the owl up from its perch and studied the creatures' wing. "You shouldn't scream, Sir Riq. People might think you wounded and other than a bit of dirt on your nose, you look quite alright to me." She reached plucking a few feathers from the owl and receiving a vicious little peck for it. She fed the creature dried fish to distract it while removing a few others. "You'll be riding my satchel for a while. Didn't you see the fire coming?" The creature gave her a hateful look.
