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tushanshu_logs2016-04-17 12:48 am
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When the Sun of compassion arises...
...darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere.
― Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power
Characters: Amberdrake and OPEN!
Date: Mid April
Location: The Courtyard of Public Opinion, Central
Situation: Drake finds BIRBS!
Warnings/Rating: IDK, cute balls of feathery floof who can swear really loud.
Drake had found this place before. The stone benches reminded him a little of home, even if it was much too horizontal to be part of White Gryphon.
Still, it was a decent place to come to, and so he did, sitting down on a bench and shutting his eyes for a moment. The Hotel was a peaceful enough place, but so many people piled into one spot... he had to leave, once in a while. Even if only to clear his head.
Not that there weren't disadvantages to being out here, of course. He kept an Empathic 'ear' out for any trouble coming his way, and otherwise just sat there for a moment with his head tipped back. A bit of wind played with his hair, catching on feathers and chiming the bells. It was peaceful. He smiled.
"Fuck!"
Drake jerked in place, eyes flying open. Where had that--
There was a squabbling before him on the grass; a small flock of birds had found a bit of fruit, and were fighting over it. Wings fluttered and little squawks and squeaks came from the small tornado of feathery madness. And a laugh.
A gryphonic, trilling laugh.
Amberdrake blinked, and leaned forward to examine the birds closer. They were a chaotic blend of colors, just as bright as his own clothing. Were they...?
One of the birds came tumbling out of the mess, feathers all poofed out. He was a dark red and bright green little fellow, with speckles of gold. "Fuck!" the tiny and adorable bird repeated.
...Oh. "M...essenger birds?" Drake continued to stare, dumbfounded.
Something about his voice; his accent, perhaps, had half of the birds popping their heads up to look at him. The other half continued to squabble for a few moments before also pausing to look. Kaled'a'in? Kaled'a'in meant sunseeds. And more fruit!
The first one hopped toward him, head cocked to one side. Amberdrake leaned down and extended his hand, and soon had the entire small flock inspecting it. A few hopped up the length of his arm to immediately start preening his hair. His lovely, lovely Kaled'a'in hair. They'd found a Kaled'a'in; they were totally going to get all the sunseeds they could eat!
― Amit Ray, Nonviolence: The Transforming Power
Characters: Amberdrake and OPEN!
Date: Mid April
Location: The Courtyard of Public Opinion, Central
Situation: Drake finds BIRBS!
Warnings/Rating: IDK, cute balls of feathery floof who can swear really loud.
Drake had found this place before. The stone benches reminded him a little of home, even if it was much too horizontal to be part of White Gryphon.
Still, it was a decent place to come to, and so he did, sitting down on a bench and shutting his eyes for a moment. The Hotel was a peaceful enough place, but so many people piled into one spot... he had to leave, once in a while. Even if only to clear his head.
Not that there weren't disadvantages to being out here, of course. He kept an Empathic 'ear' out for any trouble coming his way, and otherwise just sat there for a moment with his head tipped back. A bit of wind played with his hair, catching on feathers and chiming the bells. It was peaceful. He smiled.
"Fuck!"
Drake jerked in place, eyes flying open. Where had that--
There was a squabbling before him on the grass; a small flock of birds had found a bit of fruit, and were fighting over it. Wings fluttered and little squawks and squeaks came from the small tornado of feathery madness. And a laugh.
A gryphonic, trilling laugh.
Amberdrake blinked, and leaned forward to examine the birds closer. They were a chaotic blend of colors, just as bright as his own clothing. Were they...?
One of the birds came tumbling out of the mess, feathers all poofed out. He was a dark red and bright green little fellow, with speckles of gold. "Fuck!" the tiny and adorable bird repeated.
...Oh. "M...essenger birds?" Drake continued to stare, dumbfounded.
Something about his voice; his accent, perhaps, had half of the birds popping their heads up to look at him. The other half continued to squabble for a few moments before also pausing to look. Kaled'a'in? Kaled'a'in meant sunseeds. And more fruit!
The first one hopped toward him, head cocked to one side. Amberdrake leaned down and extended his hand, and soon had the entire small flock inspecting it. A few hopped up the length of his arm to immediately start preening his hair. His lovely, lovely Kaled'a'in hair. They'd found a Kaled'a'in; they were totally going to get all the sunseeds they could eat!
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"Fuck," muttered the red one, half-asleep.
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Other than a tightening around his jaw, Sanzo was about to hide the pain when he took Amberdrake's hand and got to his feet. The arm wasn't any obvious swelling, it was nowhere near the pain of when he'd broken it to start with, but damn it was throbbing like hell.
That didn't stop him from dusting off his robes. Somewhat. As for the fan, it had vanished back up his sleeve sometime during this.
"Were they made to be annoying?" He was still going to be crabby, second nature.
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Like Drake, but Drake didn't swear much! Perhaps he was an anomaly there.
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Now was not the time to be picking at such petty things, but he could feel the fear of any kind of attachment creeping up on him. Drake set it off bad enough, now they had a flock of tiny, delicate birds! They like it was permanent. Sanzo was feeling very frustrated with himself.
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