She hadn't spoke up during the meeting, of course - she hadn't been too keen on being labeled the Edge's newest interior designer - but she had brought it up quietly with those who governed her home and the idea had been endorsed well enough. So now, she was covered. The chimes hung from her outstretched wings, forcing her to weave slowly and carefully through the trees before finally breaking free of the treeline and stepping gingerly toward the Cliffside.
Strong winds buffeted the underside of her wings and threatened to take the chimes with it, but with some slight maneuvering and the assistance of a nearby boulder, Orithia was able to maintain the chimes' place dangling from her wings. Looking about, the mare found that she was quite alone and cursed under her breath before raising her voice over the rush of the ocean below, "Hey! Someone want to help me hang these chimes?"
@Glasgow and anyone else (KIDLETS STRONGLY ENCOURAGED)