"At least I'm not bleeding after that last one… Ugh."

Crashes into a tree. "…I hate these things."

//Kay go to bed, you get Sothe in the morning

//OKAY FINE

His wings caught in the branches, his arms and legs dangling precariously in the air, the hawk would give a sigh. "…all these years, and I'm still no good. Goddesses dammit…"

"…can somebody help me out of this tree. I'll take anyone. Beorc. Laguz. Even a Raven would be fine."

"Well. I suppose I'll just sleep like this. Wouldn't be the first time." Starts snoring.

//I AM NOT BIRD??

//*points to self* I, not bordie

//why do I have the mental image of a large cat toying with an injured bird,

//oh god, the most distant bells in my memory went off it has been ages since I thought of that

//the whole verse has mobilized, ready to smite Xane if he says the wrong thing

//Tiki's going to annihilate him,

//well, I'm gonna head to bed, so gn If ya'll are up late, make sure you sleep soon If it's morning or afternoon for you, have a good day! Replies in the morn'

"…I wonder how the Goldoans would react at the sight of this Grima fellow."

He's quietly humming while fishing, sitting down instead of hovering slightly above the ground.

Fishing on a Sunday. It's like running in the 90s, except not at all.