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https://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/imag ... ncert3.png[/imgleft]The sun was high, its gentle spring gaze warmed the swamp below. The air was thickening, slowly losing its thin, winter feeling and becoming more humid with every passing day. Spring was here in Matope. And so the Crane shook the stiffness from his feathers and took to the air once more.
For once it was not the familiar tether that connected him to those calling that directed his flight. No, this was a different feeling. One he had missed. A gathering was happening, he could feel it. What's more, there was Another here, one like him. Most interesting. Another story just waiting to unfold. He inhaled deeply, reveling in the taste. It had been far too long, he thought as he banked, lowering down from the clouds in slow spirals.
He landed gracefully, tucking his long wings close to his body as he did what he did best. Just inside the tree line, he watched, trails of magic drifting slowly from his sunset eyes.
'I see,' He thought, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the group.
Two tribes were converging, the Royal Rainbow Troupe and the Fairy Court. His eyes glinted excitedly. These were kin who knew how to entertain. While he had not met either leader, he had heard many interesting things about them through his travels.
He found the Other quickly, her huge presence spilling out of her eaglehound form.
'Interesting', he thought. This was one he hadn't met yet.
He spied many Acha, which came as no surprise. Watch Me's taste had proceeded him. So bright and radiant they all were, happily enjoying the company of others. Except for one. His red eyes found the small red Acha, keeping herself just out of sight not far from where he perched.
Curiously, he tilted his head, looking at her more closely. He watched as a small Kimeti came up to talk to her, leaving shortly after. Interest piqued, he lifted himself with a beat of his great wings, suddenly, feathers became fur and the stag moved to settle himself a fox-length away from the doe. Unintruding, he hoped.
"Greetings young one," When the stag spoke, his voice was like waves crashing upon the rocks. He offered her a warm, apologetic smile,
"I hope I'm not interrupting. I was not given an invitation, but it is hard to resist a good gathering."
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