take these broken wings and learn to fly [Jean]

[starchilde_lost]

[Dated 1-6-11]Rachel was quiet when she awoke early, not wanting to disturb Jean if she were still asleep, not wanting to disturb anything in the quiet morning light. She slipped on her running shoes, a pair of pants, tank top and was reaching for warmer clothes to put on top of that when she looked out the window... and saw trees. Tropical trees

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[risesagain]

Jean has been something of an early riser for quite some time now. She can't help it. Her attempts to sleep in only take her as far as nine in the morning. It might be a sign that she has finally grown out of that adolescent need for sleep. Or it could be a sign that no matter what the circumstances, her body knows that there is no reason to not be prepared for anything.

Walking past the window when she saw that the snow had disappeared, she walks outside her hut with every intention of enjoying the return of good weather before going about her daily business. She's still dressed in the sweats she went to sleep in, already too warm for the day.

"Rachel?" she calls seeing the birdcage first. "Well, this is new."

[starchilde_lost]

"Yeah, pretty sure I didn't order this." She moved to the other side to try and get a better look, catching a glimpse of some kind of bird before it disappeared into the greenery again.

"I wonder if we have to send it back? There's a pretty bird in there, maybe more than one, if this is supposed to belong to someone else..?"

Looking around, she saw a book lying on the ground nearby and she moved to pick it up.

"The Resplendent Quetzal: Caring for Guatemala's Heritage. Guess that tells me what's inside, but who would leave a birdcage here?"

[risesagain]

"It does that. Brings things that weren't exactly asked for," Jean comments. It has the habit of bringing things from home that are entirely unwanted. She's grateful that she has managed to avoid being on the receiving end of one of those things.

She's not entirely certain how long her luck in that matter will hold out. "Last year I got an examination table. It happens this time of year. But birds, that's a new one."

[starchilde_lost]

"So this is like, late Christmas from whoever sent us here?" She chuckled a little, still flipping through the book and occasionally looking into the cage. They were beautiful, if that's what they really were and there were pictures of clothing and jewelry that the ancient civilizations had made from the feathers.

Looking over at Jean with a sly smile, she innocently added, "And here I thought Dr. McCoy was graduating from flowers to feathers for you."