Talashia tilts her head a little at the strange bird, then her eyes widen as she remembers where she'd seen it last. Well now, that was interesting. She clearly wasn't spying on the, at least not anymore, but it was a bit odd to use a familiar to make contact in a situation where its safety wasn't assured. Losing one, Talashia had heard, wasn't pleasant.
She stands up and turns to face the bird, lifting her chin slightly as she assumes a mantle of dignity.
"Hello, Margarita. Is there something you need? We're a bit busy at the moment, but I'll always make time for a fellow sister of the Lodge."
She stands up and turns to face the bird, lifting her chin slightly as she assumes a mantle of dignity.
"Hello, Margarita. Is there something you need? We're a bit busy at the moment, but I'll always make time for a fellow sister of the Lodge."
The white raven grackles and clutches the stone horn of the horned figure atop the totem first with one foot and then the other, going back and forth. It clearly recognizes the name 'Margarita.' At the rest of Talashia's speech, it tucks its beak down into its breast as if contemplating, making a soft tuk-tuk-tuk sound. Abruptly, the white raven cranes its head to look over its shoulder into the woods, then looks back at Talashia, blinking.[/SECTION]