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"It was stressful," Larkspur agreed, tilting her head at the mention of a 'tincture.' Was that like an oil? "I don't know what that is or how to make one... my feathers are pretty sensitive and easily damaged. It's gentle on feathers, right?" She'd tried using some of the harsher things on her wings once - and had stared in horror as her feathers fell out for months afterward. She was so lucky that the attempt had been made not too long before a heavy molting, so the damaged feathers were quickly discarded by her body while new feathers had already been in the process of growing back. It had only taken a few months to recover from the experiment, but she'd been wary of putting anything but sand and especially dry earth on her wings ever since. "The few of the land from the clouds is worth all the fuss and mess of preening," Larkspur agreed solemnly. It was always a delight to watch the trees be reduced to dark little dots speckling the landscape. She raised her gaze, scanning the far side of the bank (that she was admittedly, reluctant to go too close to given the powerful smell of scent-markers in the area). What did sea-glass look like? Just ordinary glass? Or would it have impurities that granted it some kind of special tint? Metal would be easier for her to identify - silvery, shiny and obvious even within the dirty water flowing past her paws. --- Speech. |
Muddy River
A wide ravine where a shallow, gentle river flows. Years of drought and silt deposits have built this area into a fertile delta. The river remains low and dry most of the year, staining its waters brown and creating muddy shores.
(Aw) Don't lose sight