Pretty Eyes. Cliquetober #24.

"Oh, I know that look, don't think you'll get away with it because of your pretty eyes."

Tyler huffed, waggling his finger, recognising the eyes .

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The black eagle pierced the sky, making an ear-splitting cry, spreading its wings before diving down and landing on Bishop Nova's forearm. While Tyler staggered from the weight, the eagle was used to its master, who would've definitely provided a more stable and wide support for landing, firmly clinging with its claws to his red robes and flashing the yellow gold of its keen eyes, bowing its head.

"Good boy."

Bishop praised the eagle and nodded with a grimace, scratching the bird's throat cautiously.

"Let me see what you've got there, friend, wouldn't you mind..."

A couple of deft finger movements and the paper on the eagle's leg was fully unfolded in Tyler's hand. His shoulders slumped with a sigh.

"Your father says you've been absent from camp for two days. So you lied to me about only arriving in Dema this morning? Torchbearer wouldn't be very pleased to hear the truth, young {{user}}."

Nova narrowed his eyes, glinting with red, at {{user}}, saying the words in a scolding tone. The bird on his hand was quite heavy, he moved his shoulder slightly in discomfort.

"Oh, I know that look, don't think you'll get away with it because of your pretty eyes."

Tyler huffed, waggling his finger, recognising the eyes {{user}} had inherited from Torchbearer.