[Aubri hates the Fairy Rings. To him, they are unreliable, just waiting to fail somehow simply because the fairies are so proud of them. The fairies are not the most reliable of creatures in the Drabwurld. Upon arrival, he shakes his feathers out and huffs almost indignantly. He hates these things.
He flies to the perimeter of the Station and then walks in, wings folded tightly against himself -- the Station is made for bipedal and smaller, rather than the larger gryphon that Aubri is. It only takes him a handful of minutes to find Zhaneel after he arrives at the Station. She has a lovely corner -- and that rather solidifies his suspicion that this is the Zhaneel of old. He hops up onto the patio, shakes himself off, and grins, beak gaping, at her.
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He flies to the perimeter of the Station and then walks in, wings folded tightly against himself -- the Station is made for bipedal and smaller, rather than the larger gryphon that Aubri is. It only takes him a handful of minutes to find Zhaneel after he arrives at the Station. She has a lovely corner -- and that rather solidifies his suspicion that this is the Zhaneel of old. He hops up onto the patio, shakes himself off, and grins, beak gaping, at her.
Hi.]