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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 5:28 am
The flight back to the Crownleaf Theatre had been a long and strenuous one. While Fjord had taken his time to go so far out in the further reaches of the forest, this time he was in a hurry. Something large had fallen and while it sounded deeper than the beloved Crownleaf, he had to know for sure.
It had taken several nights for the aberrant, who also had stopped to help others and hunt when needed, and the exhausted member of the Bards was relieved to find the structure still standing when he finally landed on the stage. It still looked somewhat storm worn, but it was obvious that a sentinel or two had been tidying up...
Feather settled next to him and was silent. The pica was tired and shaken from the storm. Cillian was a bit of the frightening type to a companion and being in such a crammed space with two strange sentinels worried the ebony feathered little bird.
Fjord gave his feathered companion a small preen before letting out his greeting hoot in hopes of finding someone here. He hoped for Birch, although it would not surprise him if he was off in his own or Tousled's territory, what with the storm making such a mess. He hsuddered to think how his own was in appearance.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 12:43 pm
Mum and Dad was safe, he knew that much. His mother had sent her Chirop to find him and give him the good news. So far he hadn't heard from many friends, even if he had met some shallow acquaintances on his travels. He had yet to meet any of his closer friends.
Birch was currently resting in one of the slightly more hospitable trees near the theatre. He had a feeling he shouldn't have landed at all, now he felt his aching muscles. The bard wasn't used to fly this much in such a short time and he was sore and tired.
A call woke him up from a brief slumber, and he recognised Fjords melodic voice.
Birch hooted a response and started stretching to get ready to fly and meet the other bard.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 6:59 pm
Thank Noctus!
Fjord was happy to hear Birch's familiar hoot and his tense and tired body relaxed as he began to preen his chest feathers. Birch was here and sounded fine. Perhaps he had news of the other bards and he could propose what he and Brightling had discussed not long ago, before the storm. Now was a time for recovery, but graduation was not far off and the world did not stop turning for a mere storm. First things were first, take care of the clan. Next would come, hopefully, their little festival.
OOC: When you get a second, Ann, I would like to talk over Fjord's story for the festival with you... If that's alright! ^^
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 1:36 pm
After a short flight Birch landed ungracefully on stage next to Fjord. He started preening, wincing at his soreness. He didn't think he was out of shape, but he had moved around a lot more than usual these last few days. Something one of his teachers had once said.
No matter how slowly you fly it will take a lot of energy to fly a long distance or to fly for a long time. If you plan to travel a distance that will take you more than one night to cover you need to plan ahead and conserve your energy. Be well rested when you start, don't rush it and take plenty of breaks. Not even scouts will fly night after night without resting.
It must have been Barkbeak, but Birch was not sure. This upset him, despite the fact that he must have been a young fledgling at the time. Bards were supposed to be able to remember, their entire task depended on it.
"Hello Fjord," he said and smiled weakly, "It's good to see you. The Thunderbird must have been kind to you too."
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 8:02 pm
"Mh, yeah. The Thunderbird was mightily kind to me. I have not been by my territory yet, but I have my wings and my feathers. The Theatre seems to be in good shape." He replied after running his beak through his feathers.
"I was a bit o'ways out and I heard something fall. I am glad to see that it was not the Theatre, but I am worried as to what it was... Anywhoo, have you heard from any of the others yet?"
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 11:46 am
"Yes, yes..." Birch agreed, "The Theatre fared well even if some of the trees around here fell."
Birch had heard about something big falling and had also snapped up a few more or less plausible rumours about it. At the next question he shook his head grimly.
"No," he said, "I was waiting out the storm here with a bard named Jester, but I haven't heard from any of the theatre bards yet. Or Tousled."
He continued preening rather violently, but forced himself to stop before he accidentally plucked a tail feather.
"No Char, no Tousled, I hope they made it in one piece." he smiled and looked at Fjord, "I'm very glad you made it."
A tan blur swooped down, interrupting them both. Birch flinched before he realised it was his mother's messenger Chirop. The little creature didn't even land before starting to talk, instead it stayed airborne, flashing the chevron markings on its wings.
"Willow fine," it chirped, "Rowan fine. Auntie hurt, Auntie missing."
Before Birch could ask which one of his aunties was hurt or missing the Chirop was on its way again.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 5:07 pm
Fjord preened at his chest feathers anxiously while the chirop relayed his message. It did not sound pleasant. Injured and missing? He had no idea what to say exactly.
"Char is an aged sentinel... Surely he had enough experience to ride out the storm safely... And Tousled is quite smart and resourceful. She is fine, I have confidence in that." He replied, hoping to place Birch's mind at ease at least slightly. "It is good to see that you are well, too..."
"Tell me of this bard, Jester?" His eartufts shifted forward ever so slightly out of curiosity. If ever there was a distraction, perhaps speaking of this stranger would be it.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 4:41 am
"Yes, yes, I hope so," Birch mused and fell silent again.
"Jester?" Birch perked up a bit, "He seemed to be a friendly fellow, and funny too. A bit nervous at first perhaps. Between the two of us we managed to get the worst sorted around the theatre after the Storm."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 7:22 pm
"Think he has potential?" The brightly painted bard inquired with some curiosity. He was anxious about his own territory and his friends, although most were members of the theatre or frequent visitors. If Birch had not heard from them, he was unsure of where to go. He had hoped that at least a few others would of dropped by.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 1:38 pm
"Potential?" Birch thought for a moment, "Well, yes... Yes I think so. He's definitely entertaining and if he could tell a story to me in the middle of that storm I'm sure he could handle a bigger audience too. Did you have anything in mind? Perhaps another night of storytelling until the sun comes up."
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:52 pm
An easy grin tugged at the corners of Fjord's beak. He momentarily forgot the worry he held until he thought of Brightling. Hopefully she fared well. It was her idea, after all.
"A few nights ago, before the storm, I happened to meet a most interesting bard. She was quite full of spirit and does tricks with her bells. We got to talking and she suggested something that we thought the theater might be interested in. A festival... For the fledglings?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 1:07 pm
Oh, a bard. He wondered if it was the female he had met while looking for Tousled.
"Really," Birch said, "That's interesting. What's her name?"
He thought over the suggestion. A festival... A fledgling festival. Why not?
"Do you mean in the theatre?" he asked, "Or just with bards from the theatre? It sounds like an idea worth pursuing at any rate."
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 7:32 pm
"Brightling was her name. Interesting wildtype with upside down chevrons." Fjord replied cheerily.
He thought for a moment before responding to Birch's question. "Probably not here... I imagine it would be difficult to chaperon all of the little ones out here, especially for the minders."
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 4:09 am
Birch laughed and bobbed his head.
"Oh, Brightling," he said, "I have met her. Really funny dye job, but I don't think my mother would agree."
The thought of an invasion of fledglings and their chaperones in the theatre was funny, but Birch could see that it might not be a popular idea.
"The madness," he said quietly before responding to Fjord, "You're right off course Fjord, we better talk to the minders and ask if it would be possible to stage a festival in the central enclave."
Birch was still not completely rested, but eager to do something to chase away the gloomy feeling in the Thunderbirds wake.
"I can fly by the enclave," he suggested, "and then I'll fly east to see if I can find Tousled or any of the others from the Theatre. You try to locate Brightling and any others you can find and then we meet here in... Would six or seven nights be enough time?"
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