closed 🪶 so many birds of so many feathers

[garudas]

Who: Benedikta Harman & Others.
Status: Closed.
Where: The Roost.
What: Benedikta tries to fix up the chocobo stables that she broke last month, and she also gets a new visitor through the rifts.
Warnings: None for now.

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🐔 hawks. chocobo stables.

[garudas]

[Well, given everything that had happened the month before, it is no wonder that the stables had not been mended after she tore them apart with her magic. The chocobos have still been living here, but without a proper place to sleep, they have gone ahead and made nests out of grass and leaves scattered around the area, and have made quite a mess of it. Fortunately, the birds are not wary of her even after everything, so when she returns, they are eager to greet her. It certainly helps that they can understand each other, and that she has food...

She is in the middle of speaking softly to her own when her bird perks up at the sound of someone approaching, and Benedikta turns around to spot... one of the newcomers to the Hideaway. A soul she has not had the chance to meet yet but is no less intrigued, as her eyes roam over him, pausing on his wings.]

Have they bothered you into helping as well?

🦅 betsy. the roost's cliffs.

[garudas]

[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—]