BONNY AT MORN | o, m&g + guild choosing

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[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Sign up if you're interested in meeting like minded individuals. That had been the phrase that rung in the owl's head over and over again since his very first meeting within Sunhaven, now he was pretty sure he was ready to make a choice of which guild he'd like to assimilate into. Warfare... the band of great fighters that protected the group and struck down evil. He pictured himself as a grand knight, wearing a helmet and honing metallic claws for battle, striking down anyone that dare harmed his new home with power and might. He even shook his body at such a thought, flexing his uninjured toes as he imagined the weight of alloyed steel upon his talons (almost like the one who had saved him that day). They were sharp enough already, but against creatures bigger than him an edge was probably needed. Then there was the Medicine Guild, a way for him to give back to those who had helped him through use of herbs and soothing words. Admittedly out of the three it probably intrigued him the least. Helping others certainly wasn't a bad thing by any stretch of the imagination, but Corryn didn't want to limit himself and his value elsewhere by being known as just a medic.

No disrespect was intended to those content to help people outside of chaotic environments, but Cory didn't have the patience to do such a thing anyways. Then there was the Art Guild, a way to decorate the land and preserve a culture that had perhaps been passed down through dozens of year. It felt awkward for one not born into the ways of a Sunhavener to consider participating in such a thing, but it was still a way to give back to a community of 'friendly' furred ones. Sitting on a wooden post in the pier, sitting so gently on his now bandaged leg that he probably put less pressure on it than a feather, the Tyto Alba would stare longingly over at the bustling civilisation closer to the town centre. Was he really in a position to ask for help yet again when he wasn't in a position to return how many favours he was stacking up? It's not that big of a deal... just choose later... but he couldn't. This was their tradition, being sluggish and going against it was unreasonably rude. Clicking his beak in thought, Corryn said 'screw it' to waiting, tilting his body left and right quickly as he stood himself up as straight as he could. Cranium still slightly hunched due to aforementioned issues with putting weight on a wounded limb, the grounded owl would let out a far from graceful screech.

Hey, blame the species, not him. Hoping that'd get some attention from some individuals currently not busy, Corryn would then call "Hey, I'm having a uh... meet and greet over here!". Oh racdrops that's not what I wanted to say at all. "I could also use a little help with picking a guild if that's alright. I'm stuck between Art and Warfare, I can probably do both if given the opportunity," the couple or so month old creature added on quickly, as to avoid backing down from his initial plan to bring others over.