The call of an hawk could be heard if one listened close. He was a messenger, returning from the kingdom that was across the wide mountain range that he now flew over. Birds were the best form of communication between the two kingdoms, and not many people dare trek across them for they were known for magic, and many people who entered never really came back. His eyes gleamed, he knew these mountains almost as well as the merchants who made the journey across every spring and winter to bring trade to and from the kingdoms. The hawk caught an updraft, and just ahead he could finally make out the gray and rose stone of Laoise castle.(So named for a great warrior, He had heard.) His home. As such the kingdom was called, 'The kindgom of Laoise'. He tilted his wings just so and flew down close to the river which gently winded its way through the mountains and then turned into a rushing waterfall, the sound a roar. He flew along, continuing on the rivers path as it winded its way, rushing twords the castle and city ahead. The river rushed into a waterfall once more, spilling into a wide area where one could swim if they wanted, before flowing out once more. The area at the base of the mountain was full of loose stone and massive boulders and reached a good while, before it slowly turned into rocky grass and lead up to the city wall. The walls surrounding the castle and high city where of the same rock the the city was made of. The city itself was quite large, and built in such a way that it winded about in circles almost. Smaller houses lined the outside, and the further into the city one went, the larger the houses became, and the more wealthy the people within. The city, unlike most, was full of trees, flowers and greenery. Many people had their own small gardens. The castle, however, was not in the middle of this circle of homes, it was to the back of them, closer to the mountains, a stone bridge leading to a black iron gate leading to the front courtyard. The castle boasted of a large cobble stoned courtyard, with a fountain in its center. Most days merchants set up shop in the courtyard and through the city streets, selling from bread, to goats to roses. People seemed always to fill the streets. The castle had stables to the side and a garden on the other. The hind end of the castle was planted well with a maze of tall hedges, the 'city'wall being its back. The maze only lead to the center where sat another fountain with a angle places at its center, water flowing from the horn at its lips. Aside from the hedge maze there were walking paths planted with many flowers. Inside the castle was grand as the out. Fires were lit in most rooms, with plants and flowers all about. Tapestries, quilts, portraits and weapons hung the wall, giving them colour and character. It of course had dungeons and basements and plenty of empty rooms, and full rooms. Two kitchens and servants quarters. Plenty of halls and library and studies. He was not due back to the castle til night fall, so he had some time to spare.(he knew this because he listened, though one might think that he did not) He cut his wings up to catch a updraft and beat them a few times in order to get past the city wall, yellow eyes on the ground below. Pastures of crop and livestock he could see below. People out working in the hot late afternoon sun. Small villages where scattered here and there. Soon his path took him over the forest. It was huge and thick, with many paths that took one many places, if they knew the way to go. He knew that if he went one way he could get to yet more villages, and if he went another and flew for a long time he would reach a large expanse of salt water that the humans called the ocean. He liked to visit the ocean when he had time too, though tonight he did not. The sun was setting now. He made a wide ark in the sky, eyes darting taking in as much as he could. He knew that if he flew long and far enough to the west he could find other kingdoms. If he went to the east, he could find a swamp. To the north was where the ocean was. South was now the way home, and he corrected his course and soon saw the farm towns come back into view, as well as the castle. This is where he flew making his way into a open window. He ruffled his feathers and stuck out his leg, a servant taking the letter which was tied there. Now, at last he could rest.