Love mends even the broken parts
Loren’s wings pumped furiously, basket gripped tightly in his beak. It made the flying a little awkward, but he managed to climb higher and higher. His goal was to try and fly the basket across the path of the sun.
However, the angles and motions were awkward, so he changed tactics. Turning, he headed straight for the top of the Spire. Strangely enough, it seemed someone else had a similar idea, as Oia'i'o was standing there and shouting something at the sky. That didn't stop Loren from shouting.
He landed a little awkwardly. Dropping the basket, he shifted into his human form. "Hi Oia'i'o. Uh...sorry again about my behavior in the Greatwood." His words were more tired than contrite.
Bending down, he picked up the basket. Then he turned and shaded his eyes. "What're you doing up here?"
However, the angles and motions were awkward, so he changed tactics. Turning, he headed straight for the top of the Spire. Strangely enough, it seemed someone else had a similar idea, as Oia'i'o was standing there and shouting something at the sky. That didn't stop Loren from shouting.
He landed a little awkwardly. Dropping the basket, he shifted into his human form. "Hi Oia'i'o. Uh...sorry again about my behavior in the Greatwood." His words were more tired than contrite.
Bending down, he picked up the basket. Then he turned and shaded his eyes. "What're you doing up here?"
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