Cer listened to Francis describe the otherworldly land. It would be nice not to have to run anymore. As he came to the part about the harpy, Cer heard a squawking screech on the boys name. She tended, half standing from her chair. For all sense of the purpose she was ready for a full-on attack.<br/><br/>As the bird thing— harpy as Francis called it— introduces himself she couldn’t help to smirk at the slight fear scent coming off of him for a moment as he learned what she truly was. The scent disappeared as Deidrick shrugged.<br/><br/>“Pleasure.” Cer replies finally after relaxing a bit. Her neck hairs still tingled however. It was something she learned not to ignore.<br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk