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[bluediligence]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 49, Late afternoon
Where: Anywhere

[ If the morning's trial hadn't been miserable enough … ]

[ Now it's raining! And it's still so foggy you can barely see your own feet. ]

Comments

[featherbeaned]

[ Makes a low, grumbly noise like an irritated cat, her tail giving a single sharp flick. ]

Annoying. Don't know why I don't like it so much.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Could be a number of things. Could be trauma, could be instinct, could just be it's uncomfortable. But you do have big wings, I can't imagine that makes small confined spaces at all comfortable.

[featherbeaned]

[ Gives aforementioned wings a bit of a ruffle, half unfolding and then refolding them. ]

[ And she ... sticks her tongue out like, BLEGH ]

Ah well. I'll find out with memories.

[schrodingerscockroach]

True. Just gotta rack up the sparks.