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07-27-2002, 05:12 PM | #11 |
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The jackdaw struggled along, scanning the waves for any signs of boat or halflings. She tried to ride the thermal drafts, as she had observed the seabirds do, but she was a crow, not a seagull, and was not designed for such effortless gliding. Determinedly, she flew on.
Suddenly, the golden form of Angara passed her by, swooping and rolling through the air, then hovering like a hummingbird in front of Birdie, though she did not move her wings to do it. Bird ignored her. She could tell a game of one-upmanship when she saw one. "Is that the best you can do, Changling? Seems you could have chosen a more airworthy, not to mention pleasing, form." "I do not choose the form; it chooses me." Bird said with an effort, and flapped on. "I assume that Pio sent you to look for our missing crew? Have you seen anything?" she puffed. "Nay, but there is a small island coming over the horizon. I shall fly ahead and scout it out." Angara flipped her wings once and shot up into the sky, heading West. "Take your time." she called back over her shoulder. [ July 27, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ] |
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