The scouts dyed their hair a mottled brown to match their surroundingsthe rest of the Clan left theirs white.
I suppose Outlanders have reason to think us identical.
Firestorm's bondbird was nowhere in sight, but as the younger scout came into the clearing, Kreel dove down out of the treetops to land on Firestorm's casually outstretched arm. Kreel was a different breed from Vree; smaller, and with the broad wings of a hawk, rather than the rakish, pointed wings of the falcon. Neither bird had bleached out yet; since Darkwind no longer used his magic powers, and Firestorm never had been a mage, it would be years before either bird became a ti'aeva'leshy'a, a 'forest spirit,' one of the snow-white 'ghost birds,' with markings in faint blue-gray.
Too bad, in a way. the white ones frighten the life out of Outlanders who see them. We could use that edge, Vree and I If this lot had seen him first, they might not have chanced taking me on.
Vree's natural coloration was partially white already. His white breast sported brown barring; the same pattern as the underside of his wings.
His back and the upper face of his wings were still brown, with a faint black barring. Kreel was half Vree's size, with a solid blue-gray back and a reddish-brown, barred breast. Kreel's red eyes had begun to fade to pink; Vree's eyes had already faded to light gray from his adolescent color of ice-blue.
'I got one of the bastards, Skydance got one, and Skydance's Raan got the third,' Firestorm said, ruffling the breast-feathers of his cooperihawk.
He shook his head in admiration at the gyre on Darkwind's wrist, as Vree fastidiously preened the blood from his breast-feathers.
'Makes me wish I'd bonded to a gyre, sometimes. This little one is faster than anyone would believe, but she can't take down a man.'
'A bird doesn't have to be able to take a man down to take one out,' Darkwind reminded him. 'Kreel does all right. You're too damned bloodthirsty.' Firestorm just chuckled, reached into his game-pouch, and fed Kreel a tidbit. Vree clucked and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, in an anxious reminder that he was owed a reward as well.
Darkwind scratched the top of Vree's head, then reached into his own game-pouch for a rabbit quarter. Vree tore into the offering happily.
'Funny, isn't it,' Firestorm observed, 'We can shape them all we like, make them as intelligent as we can and still have flight-worthy birds, but we can't change their essential nature. They're still predators to the core. Who were those fools?'
'I don't know.' Darkwind frowned. 'I listened to them for a while, but I didn't learn anything. I think there were two mages and the rest were fighters to guard them, but that's only a guess. I don't know what they wanted, other than the usual.' Flies were beginning to gather around the fallen bodies, and he moved out of the way a little. 'Dive in, steal the treasures of the mysterious Hawkbrothers, and try to get out intact. Greedy bastards.'
'They never learn, do they?' Firestorm grimaced.
'No,' Darkwind agreed soberly. 'They never do.' Something about the tone of his voice made Firestorm look at him sharply. 'Are you all right?' he said. 'If you got hurt but you're trying to go all noble on me, forget it. If you're not in shape for it, we can take over your share for the rest of the day, or I can send back for some help. ' Darkwind shook his head, and tossed his hair out of his eyes. 'I'm all right; I'm just tired of the whole situation we're in. We shouldn't be out here alone; we should be patrolling in threes, at least, on every section. K'Sheyna is in trouble, and anyone with any sense knows it.
Most of our mages won't leave the Vale, and the best of our fighters are out of reach. I don't know why the Council won't ask the other Clans for help, or even the Shin'ain-' Firestorm shrugged indifferently. 'We haven't had anything hit the border that we couldn't handle, even shorthanded,' he replied. 'After all, we had cleaned this area out, that's why the children and minor mages and half the fighters were gone when-' He broke off, flushing. 'I'm sorry-I forgot you were there when-'
'When the Heartstone fractured,' Darkwind finished for him, his voice flat and utterly without expression. I'm not surprised he doesn't remember.
Darkwind had been 'Songwind' then, a proud young mage with snow-white hair and a peacock wardrobe-Not Darkwind, who refused to use any magic but shielding, who never wore anything but scout gear and wouldn't use the formidable powers of magic he still could control-if he chose-not even to save himself.
He was-had been-Adept-rank, in fact-and strong enough at nineteen to be one of the Heartstone anchors...Not that it mattered. He watched Vree tear off strips of rabbit and gulp them down, fur and all. 'I don't know if you ever knew this,' he said conversationally, not wanting Firestorm to think he was upset about the reminder of his past. 'I watched the building of the Gate to send them all off.' Firestorm tilted his head to one side. 'Why did they send everyone off? I wasn't paying any attention-it was my first Vale-move.'
'We always do that,' Darkwind said, as Vree got down to the bones and began cleaning every scrap of flesh from them he could find. 'It's part of the safety measures, sending those not directly involved in moving the power or guarding those who are to the new Vale-site, where they'd be safe in case something happened.'
