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12-25-2013, 11:55 PM
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Many gather in the meadows, he sees them streaming from all around, some in pairs and others wandering alone. Some have companions accompanying them; flying, perched upon shoulder, spine, or rump, or traversing the ground as equals. It's impossible to stifle his curiosity, wondering why they're all heading towards one place. They're from all around, different races, species, breeds...all smelling differently as he soars low in the sky. Basin snow and winter pine, Throat desert flowers and sunlight, Edge rain and moss, Foothills maple and sap. It was a strange mixture, not necessarily an unpleasant one, but seeing mortal enemies all gathering beneath a magnificent tree? It wasn't something Kaj had expected in the least. But his curiosity can't be withheld, he so desperately wants to know what force exists that could possibly draw together such odd, incompatible souls. Tilting his wings he easily touches down on the dying grass, head cocked to the side, intrigued, as his stride comes easily from the smooth departure from the heavens. He becomes part of the throng, hide brushing against those he'd never met, and he feels as if he is part of something much larger. Much grander than he. And as he walks with these nameless travelers, he gazes upon the tree and feels his skin shiver with delight and mystery. What is it? Is it magical? Temporary, or permanent? He stands before it and kneels down, comfortably sitting among these other fellows, a duck brooding in downy feathers and soft grasses. Kaj doesn't mind staying, even after this delightful thing is revealed to him. he has time, and nowhere else to be for a while. Maybe it would do him some good to just...sit and contemplate life. KAJ
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