"This is a dream," Song agreed, "you've been asleep for days, and that... is a very odd thing." she was looking out at the tree with its wavering force field.
"Let's go poke it."
Song squared her shoulders, or at least that's what it looked like, until the movement carried out from her shoulderblades into a pair of gray-feathered wings. These she flexed and folded experimentally.
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Date: 2012-10-24 03:28 pm (UTC)"Let's go poke it."
Song squared her shoulders, or at least that's what it looked like, until the movement carried out from her shoulderblades into a pair of gray-feathered wings. These she flexed and folded experimentally.
"Do you have your own way down the cliff?"