#he knows...a little. sldjlfk birdies don't translate conventional names in birdsong well and 'master' literally means nothing to them

[flockrest]

eavesdropping, are we? / accepting / @mightiestbanana

     "So you think something's down there," Traysi intones, purposeful and slow in that cadence he knows means she doesn't quite follow the path of thoughts he's strung up. But hey, she wants to, and that always counts for something!

     "Someone," Penn corrects, pointing a pinion right at her, before it's swivelling back to be pressed on the folio depicting a chasm from a bird's-eye view. Or, uh, Rito's-eye view, technically. "A whole bunch of someones, even."

     "Right," she says.

     "Listen," he turns to their map then, outlining a circle around the area that makes up the Gerudo's region with a wave of his wing, "my fellas out there have heard too much of the same thing for it to all be a coincidence! And it just makes sense if you think about it, doesn't it?"

     "Sure," she says, not sounding very sure at all.

     "Come on, Trays. Tell me you're seeing it. The underground, underground. Those folks are down there, I'd bet my tailfeathers on it!"

     "The Yiga."

     "Right-o!" he crows with a playful salute.

     "In the chasms. The place even the Zonai Survey Team get freaked out about."

     "Cut 'em some slack, most of 'em are tiny civilians."

     "So— what, you want to go down there? Write an article on this?"

     "Aha, not just this! See, my little reporters keep telling me about this guy," his wings lift to make shapes in front of him, moulding from the air some nondescript head and shoulders, "this character that always pops up when they do their stickybeaking. I got no name, no description, but I figure it's someone real important, right? The, heh, head, you could say."

     "Penn," Traysi sighs, leaning against the counter and rubbing her forehead, "as much as I'd love to let you chase this, we have more pressing stories up here, yeah? Safer ones, and that's saying something—"

     "Oh, come on—"

     "—And really, weigh it up: Princess Zelda or some Yiga? Heck, anything that's happening up here right now or some Yiga? Which truth is juicier? Which scoop is gonna nab us more readers?"

     It's his turn to sigh, now.

     "Not the Yiga!"

     "Alright, alright, but you gotta let me—"

     "Not the Yiga!"