Midday.. Was bothersome.. The harpy thought from it's perch, a whole lot closer to the ground than was usual for her. Midday was preening time, not something she usually found herself partaking in personally, she did it in the morning and the evening but saw no reason to do it during the middle of the day. He perch-buddy, Kestral, however always had different thoughts on the matter. While she didn't make Xiomar join in her hourly preening, she did try and preen her at midday as well to freshen her up, something that the blue harpy did NOT enjoy or condone in any way shape or form. If she'd needed to preen herself, shed do it herself, damnit! Not let Kestral do it for her!As much as she liked her OCD companion, she grated on her nerves like nothing else when it came to preening and especially at midday..
Which is how she found herself away from her usual haunt at the aerie and hiding out down in the trees, out of Kestrals sight.
Admittedly she hadn't alighted on the ground, instead she had set herself down, cross legged on a long abandoned, half-toppled standing stone. It was the highest point she could find that didn't involve tangling herself in the tree branches, and there was no way she would give her friend more of an excuse than usual to pick at her when she later returned.
She brooded darkly, her arms firmly folded, narrowing her eyes at the small clearing just beyond her perch, a heavy atmosphere surrounding her. She growled a little.
