05-06-2018, 09:10 PM
Cry landed on the ground with a gentle echo from the ground. She was delighted to be flying again. Being ground bound was the worse. She had nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. She missed her crystals. Lotus always did say she had too much of a crutch on the ancient weapons, but they were damn good at their job.
Cry reached in front of her, smoothing out her ruffled feathers. She yawned, tilting her head. She barely heard Jacob's statement. She raised a brow, lazily yawning. Talk? She echoed, Didn't you call me here, furface? He still hasn't done anything worthy of her opening up. His speech at that stranger's (Atbash, she reminded herself) ceremony or whatever didn't phase her at all. If anything, it was a sob story. She never once asked for why he wore bandages or why he was oh so hurt. He just went on a tangent for no damn reason. A waste of words and breath, if you asked her.
"SPEECH"
Cry reached in front of her, smoothing out her ruffled feathers. She yawned, tilting her head. She barely heard Jacob's statement. She raised a brow, lazily yawning. Talk? She echoed, Didn't you call me here, furface? He still hasn't done anything worthy of her opening up. His speech at that stranger's (Atbash, she reminded herself) ceremony or whatever didn't phase her at all. If anything, it was a sob story. She never once asked for why he wore bandages or why he was oh so hurt. He just went on a tangent for no damn reason. A waste of words and breath, if you asked her.
"SPEECH"