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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 2:19 pm
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The sound of trilling and wings filled the air. Amarus had started to make an Aviary, nestled near the Ghost dormitory; she had always loved birds, and in her isolation it had seemed obvious she would start an Aviary. Songbird, her Phoenix Hatchling Comet, gripped her fingers with its talons and trilled at her. She tilted her head, and the sound of her bells ringing made Songbird pause briefly.
Now and then, the Aviary had company, or near to it: someone would wander by, usually accidentally. Amarus, on this particular day, opened the door carefully and headed out into the dim light, songbird still on her hand. It was the only of her birds tamed well enough to be let out into open sky without having to be fetched again.
"So, Songbird? What do you think: do we have company?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 6:30 am
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Amarus smiled at Songbird with more affection than she had openly shown any living thing in her years at Amityville Academy, as far as she could recall. There were other times, but those times were erased from her memory so deeply they would never be recovered.
In contrast, when Amarus smiled at the stranger, it didn't quite reach her eyes, and she tilted her head so that her bells rang as she regarded the ghoul. "If I was talking with myself, it would likely rank amongst the best and most meaningful conversations I will ever have," she replied, slowly and calmly. She warmed a little-- a fraction-- with the complement of Songbird's feathers. At least this they could agree on.
"Songbird is the most colourful, it is true. The others have their own beauty. You should see Dream, or Revelations... though I suppose Revelations is hardly a bird in the strictest sense," she amended, thinking of her Twisted Aegis Levathia. Amarus lay one hand against the door of The Aviary. "Perhaps you would like to see for yourself?"
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