Message for Sir Dorian and those searching.

[The Pigeon Master]

*His chubby hands cradled the Pigeon close to his chest, it made gentle cooing sounds and stayed quite still, trusting him completely as he fumbled with the scroll. He nodded to young Perran who was helping him...the signal for his younger and more flexible fingers to attach the rolled up parchment, the lad did his task with accuracy and smiled up at the older man.

He reached his hand to stroke the bird who seemed quite at ease...it was soft and warm beneath his fingers.....he wondered how it felt to fly.

Harold, the Pigeon handler moved towards the door of the room, gesturing for Perran to open it, he was a man of few words. The lad thought perhaps the birds didn't need to hear words....perhaps they just knew he would not harm them.....he wondered again how it would feel to soar up high.....over field and dale...mountain and stream. He lost himself for a while as he imagined it...only returning to the task in hand when old Harold grunted.*

"Now lad, when yers got 'er in yer hands.....yers lifts 'er up and tosses 'er 'igh up now.....yers got that?" He asked.

*Perran nodded with glee and placed both hands around the bird, he held her close to him for a moment and then thrust out his arms, lifting both them and the Pigeon up above his head. As his hands let go....she started flapping her wings.....the draft ruffled his hair, and in an instant she was flying high above them. He jumped up and down as he watched her leave the safety of the Castle walls.....she could see everything below her....what a sight that must be. He looked on in awe, still a youngster in so many ways, he was always thrilled to help Harold, perhaps it was his love for all animals.....or his thirst for knowledge......even both.*

"There she goes MiLord.....ye think she will find the Hawk in time......how will she know....will it take long.....does she sleep....what will she find to eat....or will she wait 'till she comes home?"

*Harold laughed and ruffled Perran's thick curls....telling him to hush with his questions as it was time for tea and a crust.*

"Aye Lad....... she will.......all in good time now.....all in good time."

*The turned from the courtyard and walked towards the kitchens....the message would find Sir Dorian eventually...their duty was done.*

"The Moors to the left of Launceston road. Past the forth creek fork. Try your search there. Regards Robin."

[Johnathon Swift Kent Ranger]

(( *Chuckles* This is excellent..... but so bad Mister Swift! I moved it here where I feel it fits more comfortably ))

*graceful he was, like the Ladies of old. He swooped and parried like a Master of the Four Winds.
Swift looked on with admiration then his old eyes narrowed as he watched the pray whom Scar took a fancy to.*
Not that one!
*yet ther Hunter was not so easily dissuaded from its next meal.
Jonathon put both hands on his head*
Aiiiiye!
*there went the cry, and now Jonathon knew that the Pidgeon was done for. Swift kicked Nightshade into action and made for where Scar had made his table and prepared his feast. Like a connoiseouer of the highest order he picked the most delicate and fattened piece of meat.
Jonathons eyes ran to the pidgeon and carefully he took the message and looked to Scar*
You've done it now Lad!. How many times have I told ye that pidgeons like this one are nae to be touched.
*shaking his head he opened the message and chuckled*
Aye, ye've been a rogue if ever there was one. Now we must do what this message asks in case what it says be true.
*Scar looked up, there was no guilty look there but one of pride and a certain regal air. Jonathon shook his head*
ye should be sorry lad but I know you are not. Its not often you have a fine meal...but does it have ta be a Windstorm Bird?
*almost as if he understood, Scar left his meal; briefly; and took a seat upon Jonathons shoulder. Swift laughed softly*
aye, I think we best play dumb should anyone ask hmmm?
*the chirping sound was something of a response. Jonathon ran his hand over his feathers*
come now, eat up and lets have nothing left for the scavengers!
*he would wait for his friend till he travelled onward to the road they spoke of. He hoped to keep a distance from the others; Swift was no socialite; yet he was not sure if a road would provide such a luxury. Still, if the lass were there?. He could be in luck!*

[The Pigeon Master]

*The furrows upon his brow deepened as he squinted and held one hand up to shield his eyes. He searched the skies yet again...still there was no sign, mumbling to Perran as he shook his head.*

"Ah nae understand lad........in all me years wiv them birds......nae.......summit must 'ave gawn wrong."

*Perran was quick to defend his actions....gesturing with his hands and arms as to how he tossed the Pigeon up in the air...he was so careful with her and was sure he had done the right thing. He chewed the inside of his mouth as he looked skyward.......he was sorry.... that was all he could say.*

"It nae be yers fault lad.......nature 'appens......may'aps we'll send another aye."

*The old man smiled a toothless smile at the youngster...in the hopes of settling his mind.... but he knew another bird would not be the answer......the fate of the lady was in another's hands now, and he would pray for her.*