09-02-2019, 10:52 AM
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⚓ IKAIA | current track ♪ | current shape: fluctuating | scouting. . . | ![[Image: zgR219p.png]](https://i.imgur.com/zgR219p.png)
A landmark was a good idea, especially since neither of them lived here. "Good idea! I'll look for something, hold on." The serval let his body morph and change, trading fur for feathers once again. The now peregrine falcon spread out his wings, taking off into the sky. Now with a literally bird's eye view, the boy sought out something more unique than tall grass.
A lone tree certainly appealed to him as his sharp eyes scanned everything within view. Determined not to come back without the answer, he flew further downstream while ascending ever slightly higher. The stream remained shallow but seemed to spread wider through the field, a fact he stored in mind. A few moments later and he spotted exactly what he was looking for. A lone tree!
A willow tree, to be more exact, hanging over a larger body of water the stream seemed to feed into. A shallow lake, or simply a pond. Thrilled, the bird sped back upstream, dipping down where he shifted into a serval once more, touching the grass on four paws.
"There's a lake... Pond? With a willow tree further down stream," he exclaimed breathlessly. "We can store our rocks by it's roots." So I need a rock too, since Aine seemed to have found hers.
Keenly, he locked his eyes back to the stream. His spotted fur quickly grew soaked, sticking to his lithe form as he trotted around within the water. A silver-colored stone caught his eye eventually, smooth on one side while more rough on the other. "Got it!" He grinned, pushing the rock towards Aine's.
Now, pushing two rocks sounded rather dull and tedious. Ikaia's shorter tail flicked unhappily. "I'll turn back into a bird so I can carry them easier," he decided, nodding matter-a-factly. "Just follow me." Plan in motion, he returned to his falcon form, locking his talons around both rocks before giving his wings an experimental flap. Yeah, okay.
"Alright!" He relished the feeling of wind through his feathers, flying only a few feet above the grass so Aine could keep an eye on his path. "This way, down the stream."
[align=center]A landmark was a good idea, especially since neither of them lived here. "Good idea! I'll look for something, hold on." The serval let his body morph and change, trading fur for feathers once again. The now peregrine falcon spread out his wings, taking off into the sky. Now with a literally bird's eye view, the boy sought out something more unique than tall grass.
A lone tree certainly appealed to him as his sharp eyes scanned everything within view. Determined not to come back without the answer, he flew further downstream while ascending ever slightly higher. The stream remained shallow but seemed to spread wider through the field, a fact he stored in mind. A few moments later and he spotted exactly what he was looking for. A lone tree!
A willow tree, to be more exact, hanging over a larger body of water the stream seemed to feed into. A shallow lake, or simply a pond. Thrilled, the bird sped back upstream, dipping down where he shifted into a serval once more, touching the grass on four paws.
"There's a lake... Pond? With a willow tree further down stream," he exclaimed breathlessly. "We can store our rocks by it's roots." So I need a rock too, since Aine seemed to have found hers.
Keenly, he locked his eyes back to the stream. His spotted fur quickly grew soaked, sticking to his lithe form as he trotted around within the water. A silver-colored stone caught his eye eventually, smooth on one side while more rough on the other. "Got it!" He grinned, pushing the rock towards Aine's.
Now, pushing two rocks sounded rather dull and tedious. Ikaia's shorter tail flicked unhappily. "I'll turn back into a bird so I can carry them easier," he decided, nodding matter-a-factly. "Just follow me." Plan in motion, he returned to his falcon form, locking his talons around both rocks before giving his wings an experimental flap. Yeah, okay.
"Alright!" He relished the feeling of wind through his feathers, flying only a few feet above the grass so Aine could keep an eye on his path. "This way, down the stream."
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