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Post by mangoh on Sept 2, 2017 17:16:50 GMT
AYA
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As the morning sun slowly reached over the lightening horizon, a young healer trainee opened her dark maroon eyes to greet the blue sky. Crisp air weaved through her beige feathers as she blinked the sleep from her eyes.
Aya gave a quiet chirp as she slowly raised to her two talons, watching as Villa Corvida slowly awakened to start the day. The bohemian waxwing stretched her wings and started to flap them, soon raising into the sky. She glided down to the Plazza, a common place where Aya usually greeted her fellow fowls. She would have gone to the Deaf Snake Tavern, but she doubted any fowls went there this early.
Aya did not have much friends, she was usually focused more on her duties as a healer apprentice, but it would not hurt to speak to other birds. She quietly landed herself on a small patch of grass, near one of the shops in the Plazza. She looked around the vase marketplace silently, looking for any birds that she could speak to
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Post by Icara on Sept 3, 2017 14:56:19 GMT
Miselda has gotten out of the Deaf Snake tavern quite early that day. She haven't slept well that night and she hasn't had anything to do inside - the barflies haven't came yet. Also, she wanted to breathe some fresh air before having to be closed inside to sing to other birds in a room full of heat and too many scents that were covering each other. The black and white magpie jumped out of the old building's window and spread her white wings, gaining balance after few clumsy wingbeats. She landed near the tree in the middle of the Piazza, stretched her wings and looked around, observing the area for any other birds. She just hoped there weren't any soldiers. Oh Ancients, she hated how they constantly watched her, waiting for a smallest sign of a crime, ignoring birds of other species stealing right under their beaks. And why? She was a magpie, infamous for her species' habit of stealing. But has she ever done something like this? No. Well, once,when she was just barely fledged chick. But other than that she was just a bard, raising money by singing for others, not by stealing. She took a small walk around the empty marketplace, long tail wagging behind her and many rings on her legs tinkling. After a while a shape of another bird came to her view, a smaller one than her. Coming closer, she recognised the colors. A bohemian waxwing. There weren't many waxwings in Villa Corvida, so she could think who that was. "Greetings there. A nice morning, isn't it? You are that, that healer, no? Eia?"mangoh |
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