Extremely short Valor snippet.

The sound of a pencil scratching a journal can be heard as Quinn attempts to capture one of the breathtaking sculptures that decorate the Institute's garden on paper. Valor is perched on a nearby tree branch appearing troubled.

Amber eyes keep glancing from the insanely detailed Summoner statue to the soft lines of the sketch and back to the chiseled form of the robed figure. Valor opens his beak as if he is about to croak, he thinks a bit and promptly closes it once again.

Quinn draws two curved lines to depict a dip of cloth in the Summoner's robes and then rubs the pencil between them, shading a small area. She closes one eye as she positions her pencil towards the sculpture, measuring the distance between the folds in the robe. Valor spares her a sideway glance before opening his beak once more.

"Caw"

"Yes?" Quinn replies as she continues sketching.

"Cacaw?"

"Sure, Val. Ask away." She encourages her companion, the familiar scratching of her pencil the only sound in the deserted garden.

"Caw, caw caw caw?"

Quinn freezes, the pencil abruptly halts. The ranger's eyebrows furrow as she glares at the statue. Faint pink color spreading on her cheeks.

"Where did you hear that word?" She asks after a tense moment. Valor shifts awkwardly on the branch, he starts preening one wing to busy himself.

"Caw caw... Caw caw"

"Which friend?" Quinn demands, her voice straining to conceal her anger. The ranger turns her head to stare at her eagle. Valor continues his preening, a fat drop of bird-sweat sliding over his feathers and dripping down his beak.

"Caw caw... Caw?"

Quinn closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to calm down.

"I will have a word with Sejuani concerning Bristle's foul language." The ranger promises, before returning back to her sketching. Valor glances at her, he stops cleaning his feathers when Quinn turns the other way around.

"Caw, caw caw... caw?"

The ranger flinches, the pencil unwittingly skimming across the journal, drawing a hard black line over the incomplete sketch. Quinn leans forward over her work to hide her burning face.

"Y-you are too young to know that!" She mutters in a high-pitched tone.

Valor pouts.