The Twelfth Sortie [Action]

[yellowthirteen]

 

[People may have noticed a giant flaming bird of prey flying over the village over the past few days.  Well, today, it's taken a landing in the square.  And starts drinking from the fountain.   Oddly.  Nothing seems to be catching on fire, though steam tends to rise from where the phoenix is dipping its beak in the water.  The area around the firebird is warm, but not scalding or truly uncomfortable.  Obviously, it's looking like it needs to be bothered.  Some people probably will recognize him, and they're free to talk to him.

Eventually, he'll take perch on Good Spirits, and watch over the village.  And no, he's not burning that place down.]

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[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[He's not sure who's speaking, but he emotes an amused nod.]

...There are a number of things I wish I could still do. Though this form has given me plenty of time to think about things. And observe.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

I suppose that is all this form is good for, hm? And not even subtle observations. It's rather hard to miss a bird made of fire.

[Grell sighs and tendrils of fire wisp away and disappear.]

But what of these things you wish you could do, hm? We might as well commiserate.

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

Sleep in my own bed. Get a cup of coffee. Simple stuff you end up taking for granted when you're the right size.

[...And spending time with the people he cares about, but he's not really the type to announce that aloud in public.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[That last one is cute ;; ]

Coffee. [There is quite a bit of disgust in his voice at that.] Mm, I suppose I can concur on the sleeping bit. I do miss my room. Going in there now would only ruin the decor.