[ OOC ] Storm clouds blotted out the sun, casting Kepiesk in a dim, gray light. Thunder rumbled in the distance, signalling that rain would soon fall. Storms like these were always a good thing to the people of her nation; they often underwent severe dry spells if they resided too close to the barren deserts. Rain was a blessing from the gods above-- it assured them that their crops would survive a while longer and that they wouldn't starve. Droughts always took the lives of several when they left, leaving behind grieving and hungry Korastrix. That was why the Kepieskian people were cheerier than usual. They bustled in the streets, chatting about their day as they purchased baskets and eggs from farmers. Stray dogs padded around, their tongues lolling as they searched for any scrap of food that might have fallen to the ground. Feral Fledglings bounded down the streets, grunting as they barreled into one another and pounced on their backs. The adults often scolded them for causing such a commotion, especially if the poor things collided with one of them. It was a fine day. Sivir enjoyed the happiness that ebbed off of the people. When they suffered under the sweltering heats of Kepiesk, they were often hostile and impatient. She knew that she had to make the most of the joy that bustled around her. A smile played on her lips as she made her way to the town square, her violet irises bright and cheery. She could have pranced to the square if she wanted to, but that would earn her strange looks from the people around her. I can get the things I leave and leave them at home. she thought, keeping her mind preoccupied. After that, I should go and train. I can probably see if I have enough stamina to keep myself Feral for forty-five minutes... or half an hour, if that's too much. How wonderful it was to fly. It granted a freedom unlike any other-- it made one's heart swell with the experience. The wind rushing in one's ears and tugging at the tips of one's wings... It was something that Tyndall couldn't live without. He never could have stayed grounded on earth for long; the sky always called to him with its lush, ivory clouds and powder blue stretch of liberty. The rogue male was often seen flying above the dark coniferous forests of Bakmear, where the skies were often a pale azure or a dark gray. Even the biting and cold winds nipping at his scales did not stop him from soaring that day. Tyndall's amber eyes were slits as he tucked his wings in and swooped down towards earth, rapidly descending towards the sea of pines below him. He leveled off as soon as he was just above the forests and the needles of the trees swayed with the winds he was producing with his beating winds. His gaze swept the area for a place to land; his muscles were beginning to ache and he decided that he should become Calm before he had to deal with severe pain. After a few more seconds of searching, he found a soft and moist clearing that was large enough to land in. Tyndall slowly lowered himself to the ground, his hind legs touching land before his front legs did. Stretching his wings before tucking them into his sides, he began to shift back into his human form in a bright, white light. He felt his shoulders ebb with a dull pain as he finished shifting, making him groan slightly. "Shit," he spat, reaching over and trying to massage the muscles, hoping to dispell the pain.