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[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

[On a high building, wings outspread.]

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[cycleofrebirth.livejournal.com]

There is nothing like flight. [Phoenix's voice is low, but distinctly feminine.]

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

[He glances over at her.] I know.

I don't know if I can fly again.

[cycleofrebirth.livejournal.com]

[She steps up beside him, her long, fiery red hair blowing in the wind.]

You were injured?

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

[He nods.] Twice. They got torn off. And then when they started growing back, someone smashed them. And, well. They didn't exactly come back as flying wings. [More like ostrich wings. The feathers are gorgeous, but not designed for flight.]

[cycleofrebirth.livejournal.com]

[Phoenix looks saddened by that information. She touches his wings lightly, her intensely blue eyes fixed on the ornamental feathers.]

Wings are your tools for flight. Treat them kindly or they may not return at all.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Woah... it sure is high up here! [This wasn't unsafe at all. Don't accidently drop a cookie!]

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

Yes, Kronk, it is. Don't fall off. Please.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Oh, I won't! Don't worry buddy. [Kicking a little pebble over the side with his big toe.]

Hah... it sure goes fast. [Shuffling a bit closer to the edge to look at it.]

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

[Kemi sighs and waves his hand, sending the pebble Elsewhere before it hits some poor damn passerby on the head.] You realize you could've hurt someone by doing that?

[notsogrimoire.livejournal.com]

Well. It's deja vu all over again.

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

Except... I'm not actually thinking about jumping.

[notsogrimoire.livejournal.com]

Aren't you? Whyever not?

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

[He runs his fingers through his feathers.] Well. They're beautiful, Raz, and I'm not complaining. But they're not exactly designed for actual flight.

[cycleofrebirth.livejournal.com]

There is nothing like flight. [Phoenix's voice is low, but distinctly feminine.]

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

[He glances over at her.] I know.

I don't know if I can fly again.

[cycleofrebirth.livejournal.com]

[She steps up beside him, her long, fiery red hair blowing in the wind.]

You were injured?

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

[He nods.] Twice. They got torn off. And then when they started growing back, someone smashed them. And, well. They didn't exactly come back as flying wings. [More like ostrich wings. The feathers are gorgeous, but not designed for flight.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Woah... it sure is high up here! [This wasn't unsafe at all. Don't accidently drop a cookie!]

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

Yes, Kronk, it is. Don't fall off. Please.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Oh, I won't! Don't worry buddy. [Kicking a little pebble over the side with his big toe.]

Hah... it sure goes fast. [Shuffling a bit closer to the edge to look at it.]

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

[Kemi sighs and waves his hand, sending the pebble Elsewhere before it hits some poor damn passerby on the head.] You realize you could've hurt someone by doing that?

[notsogrimoire.livejournal.com]

Well. It's deja vu all over again.

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

Except... I'm not actually thinking about jumping.

[notsogrimoire.livejournal.com]

Aren't you? Whyever not?

[dogeat-underdog.livejournal.com]

[He runs his fingers through his feathers.] Well. They're beautiful, Raz, and I'm not complaining. But they're not exactly designed for actual flight.