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Post by Rena Brighteyes on Feb 28, 2024 15:57:40 GMT -5
Rena trills softly to herself, the feathers around her beak fluffing out in an avian smile as she unpacks the blanket and food from the basket she'd carried up to the top of the hill her family's burrow was dug into. A simple picnic of various breads and meats and fruits and vegetables, with a stoppered bottle of carefully chilled juice set aside. The juice had been particularly difficult to acquire, having cost her several particularly nice hides she'd spent weeks hunting down. Regardless, she sets everything out with careful, practiced movements learned from the weeks after she’d come down with a clutch, having been stuck inside during the time leading up to the eggs being laid.
Tolling Bell chirps softly, his amber eyes glancing over the spread every now and then as he helps his wife set everything out, smoke wafting off his spectral form as he glances down the hill toward the children every once in a while, the feathers around his beak ruffling in a smile as he observes the twins at play.
Distant Whistle giggles, chirping and trilling happily as she scrambles after her brother, a mischievous glint in her ruby eyes as she chases Loci up and down and around the hill, the little skeleton letting out his own giggling chirps and trills as he keeps just ahead of his sister, the endless stamina of the undead serving him well in the game of tag.
Rena glances up from the spread as she and her husband finish setting it out, giving Elvira a small, gentle avian smile, silver eyes shimmering in the light as she trills and extends one massive wing to wrap around her elvish daughter in a feathery hug.
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