Revan nodded tersely at the woman as she entered the room.
"Freohr Auga." his voice changer making him seem powerful, authoritative, and mysterious. Everyone thought it was his real voice.
The title he had given her was not an insult, but a sign of grudging respect. Her powers were great, there was no doubt about it, and she had more control over them than he.
He did not approve of most of her actions, but it was not his place to judge. The Four were as close to equals as any in the Haven, and he would do well to remember that.
His birds, however, did not share that respect.
"Wyrda!" Screeched Huginn.
"Empty love is a poison!" Screeched Muninn.
"Maela," Revan said quietly, stroking the white bird's feathers. He shared the same sentiment, but it was impolite to say so out loud.
"You must forgive them, they are fickle beings. All I ask is that you think about what they say. They have an uncanny knack for predicting future events and seeing what ails people."
Revan chuckled, remembering his first few encounters with the birds, how they had stabbed right through to the heart of his problems.
"They also normally have double meanings.
