[After taking a few days to fix the stables, it's up to the gryphon's nests high up in the cliffs of the Roost. It has been some time since she's been up here and the place could certainly use a bit of cleaning, but given the circumstances, the only objection she receives are a few loud squawks when she shows, many of them asking where she's been and if she's brought them food, to which she answers no, resulting in a few cranky shakes of their feathers.
All in all, though, she does enjoy being up here. It's where the air is crisp and the wind can flow through unobstructed. She feels at ease, even when doing menial chores like sweeping up the old hay and dried grass that make up their nests. Something that she is not likely to be found doing anywhere else...
She is in the middle of fixing one of their feather garlands that had torn in the winds that blew through a month ago when it happens, though she remains oblivious to their new visitor at first wherever she lands, be it in a messy gryphon's nest or at the edge of the cliff, just hopefully not over it—]
🦅 betsy. the roost's cliffs.
All in all, though, she does enjoy being up here. It's where the air is crisp and the wind can flow through unobstructed. She feels at ease, even when doing menial chores like sweeping up the old hay and dried grass that make up their nests. Something that she is not likely to be found doing anywhere else...
She is in the middle of fixing one of their feather garlands that had torn in the winds that blew through a month ago when it happens, though she remains oblivious to their new visitor at first wherever she lands, be it in a messy gryphon's nest or at the edge of the cliff, just hopefully not over it—]