[[Sorry everyone, I've been pretty sick.]]
Aki tilted her head, her ears keenly tilted toward the sounds of talking at the gates. The voices weren't familiar, yet she somehow knew of them. Her footsteps were only quiet patters as she ran on the balls of her feet toward the gate, holding her skirts up as she went.
It was a ways to the gate from the other end of the city, and these days Aki tired very easily. She unfolded her wings in a great gust of air and lifted herself above the houses and small buildings of the city. She flapper her great wings for altitude and once high enough, the warm currents of air that glided over the rooftops, carried her effortlessly.
Out of the crowds of people on the street, the journey was quick. Aki landed lightly on her toes before the silver entrance gates, squinting her eyes trying to make out the shapes through the barrier. They all held themselves proudly, their spines strait and their eyes looking ahead. Dressed plainly, Aki could tell they worked for some very strick leader. Her eyebrow crinkled with thought.
"A gift?" She questioned as she slipped her body through the bars of the gate (skinny as she was), and passed through the molassass like curtain of protection. She frowned slightly. "From whom?" Pensivly now, she stepped very carefully closer, her hands hanging at her sides and her head tilted in question. Her pastel locks drifting back and forth over her vivid green eyes.
Aki tilted her head, her ears keenly tilted toward the sounds of talking at the gates. The voices weren't familiar, yet she somehow knew of them. Her footsteps were only quiet patters as she ran on the balls of her feet toward the gate, holding her skirts up as she went.
It was a ways to the gate from the other end of the city, and these days Aki tired very easily. She unfolded her wings in a great gust of air and lifted herself above the houses and small buildings of the city. She flapper her great wings for altitude and once high enough, the warm currents of air that glided over the rooftops, carried her effortlessly.
Out of the crowds of people on the street, the journey was quick. Aki landed lightly on her toes before the silver entrance gates, squinting her eyes trying to make out the shapes through the barrier. They all held themselves proudly, their spines strait and their eyes looking ahead. Dressed plainly, Aki could tell they worked for some very strick leader. Her eyebrow crinkled with thought.
"A gift?" She questioned as she slipped her body through the bars of the gate (skinny as she was), and passed through the molassass like curtain of protection. She frowned slightly. "From whom?" Pensivly now, she stepped very carefully closer, her hands hanging at her sides and her head tilted in question. Her pastel locks drifting back and forth over her vivid green eyes.