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04-03-2017, 09:25 AM
Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies
When there’s fun to be had, she’s not about to be left out. Yes, it’s a patrol for the sneaks really, but others had been invited and how could she decline an invitation to go throwing herself into yet more trouble? It always finds her, no matter where she goes. Or rather, she always finds it. Sometimes she’s not sure which way the relationship works. Both ways, maybe. Somedays, like today, she goes looking for it. Other days it just sort of falls onto her lap.
Today, they are meeting on the beach. It’s is a shockingly beautiful day, despite being the middle of Tallsun. She can’t bring herself to walk, but shifts instead, joining Raven in the sky, moving lazily through the blue day toward to the blue sea. The perk of flying is even moving in lazy, slow flight, she’s still about as fast as those on the ground.
She arrives, circling overhead of the group with a caw of hello. She could talk, but that’s not nearly as fun. Instead, she tries to land on Beloved’s back, beak snapping at the pale mare’s mane in a greeting of hello. In case they weren’t sure she was there, at least Beloved would know now. How many raven’s (or comrades, really) greeted one another by biting? Not many. Probably.
She soars off with Raven, looking for anything of use. There is, unsurprisingly, not a whole lot. Raven starts scouting for plants and shells, making a little pile in the sand. She can feel the greed surge through him as he carefully tucks a few particularly shiny things aside for himself. She tries to sigh at him as she goes back to scouting for clues that probably don’t exist.
Today, they are meeting on the beach. It’s is a shockingly beautiful day, despite being the middle of Tallsun. She can’t bring herself to walk, but shifts instead, joining Raven in the sky, moving lazily through the blue day toward to the blue sea. The perk of flying is even moving in lazy, slow flight, she’s still about as fast as those on the ground.
She arrives, circling overhead of the group with a caw of hello. She could talk, but that’s not nearly as fun. Instead, she tries to land on Beloved’s back, beak snapping at the pale mare’s mane in a greeting of hello. In case they weren’t sure she was there, at least Beloved would know now. How many raven’s (or comrades, really) greeted one another by biting? Not many. Probably.
She soars off with Raven, looking for anything of use. There is, unsurprisingly, not a whole lot. Raven starts scouting for plants and shells, making a little pile in the sand. She can feel the greed surge through him as he carefully tucks a few particularly shiny things aside for himself. She tries to sigh at him as she goes back to scouting for clues that probably don’t exist.
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