Mokona dipped and spun across the world on glittering wings, patches of softly purring flowers rising in her wake as she passed.
There were people she should be with; and her lamp and earring were nowhere in sight or any other sense, but that was okay, because it meant she was free to go wherever she wanted and talk with whoever she liked. It was a very good feeling.
Fay stopped suddenly in his travels as he came across a patch of unusual flowers at his feet. He squatted down, long arms slung over his knees as he leaned an ear toward the plants. Were they truly purring?
In the middle of an upside-down spin, Mokona caught sight of a distant figure back near the flowers. She'd already been over that way, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be fun to see it again, especially with a new person there!
She made a loop around the area, flipping upright as she went, and came to a sudden halt in front of the fellow's face.
She didn't know or care how, but she was up in the sky. She took a step and touched a cloud, springing off it with a small bounce. The next step took her into a somersault, and upon landing on yet another cloud she sprang off again.
Looking down, she noticed that delicate, feathered wings sprouted from both ankles, and her long, unbound hair was a little tangled in another pair of wings at her back. She was free, and flying, and no one was there to stop her.
The white peacock continued her flight, pausing momentarily in her song. There was no one around, anyway, and to sing to an empty sky seemed... lonely, somehow. It was too much like not singing at all.
But, she noticed, she wasn't alone. Was that... a winged girl up ahead? She hadn't seen one since the one time she accompanied Mistress Hera to the realm of the gods. It seemed unlikely that this girl was one of the divine- Misa, after all, was normally not a peacock. It would only make sense for this person to have dreamed herself differently than what she was.
Still, there was someone to sing to now. Opening her beak, Misa sang out a few sweet notes, trying to get the girl's attention.
The sound of beautiful music made Lenalee turn, the wings on her feet fluttering to keep up. She saw a beautiful white bird in the sky. It reminded her of the swans she had seen once, flying by overhead, but it had a much longer and more dazzling tail.
She wished she had something to say back, but she was too far away and didn't think herself much of a singer.
How... odd. The girl hadn't responded to her song very much at all. Did she not like it? This was very troubling. If she didn't like her voice, then she... might not like her.
Well, if singing didn't work, she should try something else. Pumping her wings to catch up to the girl, she called out, "Hello!"
"Huh. It isn't often that you find princesses standing alone in a forest like this," came a voice from behind Sakura. Maora popped out of the bushes, munching on a fruit-filled crepe. "Especially one I don't know!"
Maora considered the girl as she spoke, still chewing on the end of her treat. As the girl introduced herself, she swallowed her bite and went through the names in her head. "Sakura" was not one of them. Huuuuuum. A challenge?
"You can just call me Maora. Say, Sakura, you sure you're not a runaway or something? Lose a shoe?" said Maora, very nearly laughing at her own joke.
She was still flying when she spotted him, a man on a beach far below, struggling. It looked like he was chained. Lenalee bit her lip and flew lower, closer - she hated chains.
Unsure of how to land, she could do little more than circle above the bound man for a few moments, one eye on the storm that never quite moved any nearer.
It was strange, but for all his threats, Lenalee wasn't the least bit afraid of him. Carefully, and stumbling as the wings disappeared while she did it, she landed on both feet, coming closer to the chained man. She did not, however, come so close that if he got free suddenly he could reach her.
"You would do that to someone who wants to help unchain you?" she asked. It wouldn't come as a surprise.
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There were people she should be with; and her lamp and earring were nowhere in sight or any other sense, but that was okay, because it meant she was free to go wherever she wanted and talk with whoever she liked. It was a very good feeling.
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She made a loop around the area, flipping upright as she went, and came to a sudden halt in front of the fellow's face.
"Hel~lo!"
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"You certainly look like you're having fun!" he said. "Do these flowers belong to you?"
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She didn't know or care how, but she was up in the sky. She took a step and touched a cloud, springing off it with a small bounce. The next step took her into a somersault, and upon landing on yet another cloud she sprang off again.
Looking down, she noticed that delicate, feathered wings sprouted from both ankles, and her long, unbound hair was a little tangled in another pair of wings at her back. She was free, and flying, and no one was there to stop her.
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But, she noticed, she wasn't alone. Was that... a winged girl up ahead? She hadn't seen one since the one time she accompanied Mistress Hera to the realm of the gods. It seemed unlikely that this girl was one of the divine- Misa, after all, was normally not a peacock. It would only make sense for this person to have dreamed herself differently than what she was.
Still, there was someone to sing to now. Opening her beak, Misa sang out a few sweet notes, trying to get the girl's attention.
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She wished she had something to say back, but she was too far away and didn't think herself much of a singer.
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Well, if singing didn't work, she should try something else. Pumping her wings to catch up to the girl, she called out, "Hello!"
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"You can just call me Maora. Say, Sakura, you sure you're not a runaway or something? Lose a shoe?" said Maora, very nearly laughing at her own joke.
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Unsure of how to land, she could do little more than circle above the bound man for a few moments, one eye on the storm that never quite moved any nearer.
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"You would do that to someone who wants to help unchain you?" she asked. It wouldn't come as a surprise.
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