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 Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 12:49 pm
 A light croon escapes her beak as Aisha settled beneath a large tree in the cool grass. These mountains where hardly a human ever wandered were a nice retreat, a place the grey female could relax after a nice long flight.
A nice calm breeze billows past and causes the upper branches to sway and alter the patches of light on the ground in changing patterns. It was a nice day.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 2:10 pm
Ruffling feathers slightly, Caith let out an un-stifled yawn, eyes closed and face turned to meet the cool breeze.
It was... a terrible day. Caith scowled lightly at a group of birds, perched blissfuly unaware of the Gryp and chattering away noisily. Weaving easily between trees he figured the lack of other Gryps in the area a blessing.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 2:35 pm
Aisha stretches her wings out, the tips brushing against a few twigs. Folding them back in place the preens the loose twigs from her feathers before getting up to head deeper into the trees for some exploring. She clicks her beak at all of the bird noises around.
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