Crouching low on her walltop perch,  Fern's hands gripping the wooden framework between her feet spread to accommodate her weight.  Well balanced and perfectly at ease on the narrow beam, she watches in amazement the approach of the creature.<br/><br/>It is certainly beautiful. Beautiful and obviously dangerous.<br/><br/>The offering of food within its beak, for that is.. what it was... an offering of food, an offering of food, to his mate, more of a surprise than its now unhurried posture.  Glancing suspiciously between Miaren and the creature realization of his bearing, dawning slowly.  The thought, at once repugnant, brings her gag reflex to life.  A slight quiver momentarily unbalancing, she shifts, forcing her eyes wide.<br/><br/>Whispered admonitions spit between her lips, at once reprimanding and giving herself a much needed pep talk.  "Stupid.. hold on.  Can't lose yerself now girly.  Fall on your head, we both done for. Come on. Lets find the way out, then come back for her.  He ain't gonna hurt her."<br/><br/>With the close of her private discourse Fern turns, standing as she does so, walking the narrow beam to the edge of the wall nearest her, slipping down the other side to land with softened feet, flexing her legs to absorb the shock and sound.