A true home (moon 8, rigging, afternoon, open)

[Hida Sayuri]

Sayuri grins, swaying in the rigging. "Just shows he ain't got no taste in women. Wouldn't mind so much if he's got a cousin whose spit didn't smell like fish."

She giggles...a disconcerting sound from the large woman. "Can you imagine one as eats flowers? The court ladies'd be linin' up to have those hop about an' perfume their hair."

[Rixy]

The eagle, it seemed, was well accustomed to people because he didn't fly when shooed, though he did obligingly shift over so that the two women could climb up past him. He had let go of Sayuri's hair and was now cocking his head at Himiko, letting out a cry as she got nearer and flapping his great wings, broader than Sayuri was tall, once or twice.

[Hida Sayuri]

Swinging a bit more, Sayuri manages to get closer and scrambles onto the small platform. Eyes wide at the buffeting wings, she decides that a grip on one of the safety ropes is a good idea.

"Well at least he shares." She wraps an arm around the mast as she stares out at the endless sea...and the coast a ways off.

"Wonder what village that is." The rope trails from her hand pointing toward the barely visible buildings on the coast.

[Yasuki Himiko]

She looked over to the village pointed out. "Collection o' buildings wit' peasants and samurai. Same as the ten thousand village's we've seen before." Her attention was now on the bird. "Heya, birdy birdy. Yer a cute one, now ain't ye?" She spoke in an almost childish voice, like one would talk to their kid.

[Rixy]

The bird, realizing it was being addressed, let out another raucous cry and beat it's wings a bit more strongly, talons flexing to grip against the amount of wind it was generating.

[Yasuki Himiko]

Himiko grabbed the closest thing to her to keep herself up. "Seems this one likes 'em big, Hida-san." She looked over to the bird. "Betcha don't like being talked down to either. I can understand, magnificent thing that you are. I have te teach people a lesson when they talk down to me for bein' pretty, too."

[Rixy]

Though the bird didn't call again, it's fussing didn't stop and the talons were starting to make gouges in the wood.

{{Animal Handling/INT or Lore:Falconry would be a good thing about now }}

[Yasuki Himiko]

Himiko took the hint, sliding back a couple of feet to give the falcon its space. "Alright, alright, buddy. I'm backin' up, see?"

[Rixy]

The bird, thus pacified, folded his wings back to his back and settled again, his gaze still curious but a lot less...intent.

[Hida Sayuri]

Himiko grabbed the closest thing to her to keep herself up. "Seems this one likes 'em big, Hida-san." She looked over to the bird. "Betcha don't like being talked down to either. I can understand, magnificent thing that you are. I have te teach people a lesson when they talk down to me for bein' pretty, too."

Sayuri laughs. "Well look at the size of him. Could you see him on the arm of one of our smaller crew? Carry 'em off rather than looking for other prey, most likely."

She gives the bird as much room as she can, her own toes curling around the platforms edge, much as its talons were, though with far less damage. "Right then, we can share. Wonder if yer able to spot dinner from way up here? I'd bet so."

"Why'd anyone talk down 'cause yer pretty?"

[Yasuki Himiko]

She shrugs. "Mostly the drunk ones, though some of the other Crab that don't know me too well. Many assume that 'cause I don't have scars all over my body, I don't work hard as the rest of 'em. Really, I think most o' them just don't realize that dodgin' can be pragmatic too."

[Hida Sayuri]

There's a chuckle as Sayuri opens her arms a bit wider. "Hard to dodge when yer this much target, ain't it? Still damn stupid. Might be pretty, but yer not delicate. Look at some o'the women this trip. Look like they'll break if ya sneeze on 'em."

She slips down the mast to sit on the platform, back to the mast, legs dangling, rope in hand, and bird given as much space as the platform allows. A comfortable and companionable view to pass the afternoon with.

[Yasuki Himiko]

"I know," she says with no small amount of annoyance. "I get the feeling one of them might get someone killed out of carelessness. Bugs the crap out of me that they'd allow those little flowers onto a boat."

[Hida Sayuri]

There's a small *thunk* as Sayuri leans her head back against the mast. "Yeaah. I don't want ta be relyin' on one of em to haul a sail up, or throw me a rope."

"Guess it won't matter as much if they're cooks or healers or such. Tiny cook'd make sense in that galley."

[Yasuki Himiko]

"We'll be blessed if that's how it goes. Seems like a couple of 'em will be quite useless in a fight."

[Hida Sayuri]

"Could throw 'em. They'd be useful then, s'long as yer aim's decent."

She glances at the bird, wanting some warning if he's going to wave his wings about again. "Ye'd get in trouble after though." Another pause. "Could be worth it..."

[Yasuki Himiko]

"Oh probably, but it's worth it if we take enemies out too, neh?" She grinned a bit, also looking to the bird to see if it would arbitrarily (in her mind) become offended again.

[Rixy]

The bird, it seemed, wasn't in a mood to fuss now that the little Yasuki wasn't bothering him. Instead, he had begun to sidle over around nearer to Sayuri, doing his best attempt at Avian Stealth.

[Hida Sayuri]

"True, true. I think at least some are more interested in results than how y'get 'em."

Sayuri looks at the bird, and then over it to the Yasuki. "Great, few days aboard and I've got a bird sweet on me." She sighs, loud and gusty.

"What fortune does that nonsense fall under? Maybe don't toss all the priests yet, lass, I'll need to ask one of'm if it's a sign o'curse, blessing, or needin' to wash m'hair so it don't smell like...whatever this fellow likes."

[Yasuki Himiko]

Himiko laughed lightly, "Perhaps you've been touched by Chikushudo and never realized it."