Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
As the third round commenced, Maea fell back on her Gore Crow shift once more, being the more practical of her options. With her failure among the stalls in fresh memory she headed upwards this time around, opting for a more natural hiding spot among the branches and nooks of the towering trees. Getting tired of my own words
The main point was to hide her white plumage that would prick eyes like a thumb had been shoved into them. Searching for a hole or crevice large enough to fit her, Maea eventually settled down in the bowl-shaped hollow between two branches and huddled down as much as she could. From below she was well hidden, though from above she'd look like a pile of snow - or a dead chicken - among the branches.
Figuring a loss was the worst outcome if the failed, she once more settled in to wait.
-----
Maea shifts to the Gore Crow and head for the trees, hiding in a hollow between two branches
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
