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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2020 8:14 pm
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The funk that had settled over the young bronze pair since Cythereath's flight still hadn't quite shaken free. While, yes, they could still perform their duties in wing, the socialiability that they had worked so hard on had slipped away from them both in the past few weeks. Near months, since before Zenobiath’s flight, after all.
It was.. Tiresome. Tiresome on the hearts, tiresome on the mind.
So while lounging on his ledge, cleaning his claws, his gaze drifted onto the familiar sight of his brother Nevidenth. A familiar sight, and one that Pellereth was all too happy to see, while there was free time to be had.
Nevidenth! He called softly from his ledge, standing and stretching. I’lin, roused from his craftwork on a new sculpture, had come to join him, climbing the straps so they could glide down and join the duo. I hope you don’t mind the company. Have you plans today?
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