rattle the cage

ASHE I'm not a girl.    Ashe zipped up into the sky with a wobbling, zig-zagging trajectory that betrayed her lack of sobriety. It never did take much for her, and it'd sure as fuck been a while. She attempted a loop in the air that turned into more of a clumsy circle, and then Kiada came flapping clumsily by her.    Holy SHIT! she laughed, flapping her blindingly quick wings to keep her along at the gust of wind from the passing vulture. By the gods, you’re huge! Perhaps among any other women, that might be an insult. Between a drunken pair of birds of vastly different sizes? Well, the carrion bird was fucking massive compared to the little hummingbird that might has well have been a sapphire with wings.    Ashe followed the vulture’s direction, black eyes peering down at the settlement, and it was among a long swath of colorful tents that there was the familiar movement of angry, bumbling demon pumpkins. Uuuuuuuuh.. She paused to hover in the air, zipping backwards, down, wobbling to the side. New deal! Last one to catch one has to…    She started her descent before she finished, and just to see if this little body could, Ashe tucked her wings against her body and angle down into a sharp dive. And holy shit could she dive. A high whistle and pop left her narrow beak, a laugh echoing down their bond. Last one to catch one has to wear Soot’s webs for the night! Of course, she didn’t really consider the fact that a massive vulture would be faster than her as she shot through the air toward the gourds wreaking havoc on the artisan’s market. I'm a storm with skin.