living skyward

One minute he's doing what he usually does in the afternoon: riding the thermals, drifting, watching those delicious mice and voles and lizards go about their days, down below. Exactly what he did yesterday. And what he will do tomorrow. It satisfies the hawk part of his mind. That's all any bird of prey wants to be doing. Always, always looking for food, and the human in him can easily lose himself in the hawk.

Anyway, time passes and the world keeps on turning whether he's bored or not...

And then the ground is suddenly much, much closer to him. Even more alarming is a sudden wall of stone far too close--he flares his wings and veers sharply, barely managing to avoid splatting himself against the side of the castle. Well, now he's awake... and furious. Pretty damn obvious who's behind this. The Ellimist, who else? Hasn't he done enough for the universe?

Anyone within range as he flaps, trying to gain air, will hear a voice that seems to bypass the ears yelling at them.

< Alright, I know you're watching me! Just come out and tell me what you want this time! >