Hey, Hippocrates clamored for her attention when he noticed the two young men on the farm and gestured with his beak towards them. Bill arched an eyebrow as she watched them quietly, the darker haired one going towards what appeared to be apple trees - though she wasn't certain she'd actually trust the food. But she'd found that since her transformation, she didn't actually have to eat. More for them then.
Wait, 'my lady'? Bill couldn't hide her amusement even if she wanted to. That was the problem with her face - it was always doing expressions when she was trying to be enigmatic. "'Lo," she greeted as she climbed up onto the fence to sit with Hippocrates, "Is this your farm or were you sucked here like me?" The gray griffon was glaring at them both, darker tipped crest obviously ruffled.
She took notice that one had a dragon-like creature and one had a winged wolf. Is that normal? she silently asked Hippocrates, figuring the telepathic link likely went both ways.
Yes, he answered, Though obviously they're not as good as me. It took all of Bill's effort to not roll her eyes.