Belril
Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through
But I always seem to get through
Unfortunately for the large avian, the immediate reaction to the sudden THUD of a landing was a flying basket heading in its general direction, the figure throwing the bucket in his hands that still had a little bit of...sea water? in it. The hood flew back from the sudden spin, revealing a pale face under a mess of short, black curls as frightened brown eyes stared at the big bird. "I don't see how this can be good," he said to himself as he tried to scoot backwards while still on his hands, feet and rump, breathing heavy in panic.
He had almost been hit by those huge wings as it got back onto its talons. Keeping it in his vision, the teen tried to figure out a path to take once he manged to get himself on his feet...
He had almost been hit by those huge wings as it got back onto its talons. Keeping it in his vision, the teen tried to figure out a path to take once he manged to get himself on his feet...
Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events
Of good and bad events
