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A giant fucking thank-you card with no food, no booze, and mandatory sex.
Typical Aviary. Only these stuff-shirted, questionably high pedants would ever think 'fostering a dynasty' came anywhere near deserving for saving an entire floating nation.
No, that came much closer to saying, "Aerie! You're back! We missed you! Fuck off!"
It was, Aerie decided, a shitty thanks.
"Hey, thanks for saving our city, now would you mind repopulating for us?" Across a sea of dappled wings, her father smirked at her, and she felt her hands tighten into fists at her side. The expression on the Valkyrie's face only went so far in performing as a balm to what remained of her pride. It had been five long days since the Aviary got its shit together, and while her wing was splinted and healing, she still couldn't fly, or she'd have made her way back to fairer climes days ago.
That, and the two other Avian she'd rescued kept ogling at her like they expected her to sprout a second fire-breathing head. That is, a second head that also breathed fire, not another fire-breathing head in addition to her first.
Now that the Aviary was no longer crashing from the sky, Aerie remembered why she'd left this place at all. It stank with pompous ceremony and ill-earned pride. Everything here was forced tradition, veneers hiding rotting teeth. Even the air seemed to fit too tight, and she ruffled her wings impatiently, glad for the pain, because at least it was real. And she didn't care, or didn't know it made her seem like a petulant child. She have chosen petulant over pretension any day.
Fortunately, she knew her stay had never been permanent. She had been on a boring, semi-deadly trip with one group of insufferable, yet not entirely worthless creatures, and then abandoned that mission for an equally boring, equally deadly, equally obnoxious one.
Now the second was done, and because she was still hale and whole and she hadn't heard any human whining in quite some time, she only assume the first had gone on. And no one was forcing her to fuck there.
Impatient, she turned to her companions-of-the-instant, arms akimbo, expression bemused at the very best.
"Tell her to get up," she told Nyashi flatly. "Or we're leaving her."
She thrust a finger at Kozoul.
"Saddle the bee or whatever the fuck. We're getting out of here."
If there was still a crowd waiting, watching, she gave no notice as she sauntered cleanly toward the edge of the platform and the waiting bee. It wasn't until she was mounted and ready to go that she acknowledged them.
"Oh, please," she scoffed, "Don't give me that look. We all agreed on mutual hatred years ago. Thanks for the hat, though. I have a friend who'd love it."
She gave a smile as sweet as she could muster, then tipped the bee forward, passengers and all, spiraling in graceful circles down to the unfamiliar land below.
Typical Aviary. Only these stuff-shirted, questionably high pedants would ever think 'fostering a dynasty' came anywhere near deserving for saving an entire floating nation.
No, that came much closer to saying, "Aerie! You're back! We missed you! Fuck off!"
It was, Aerie decided, a shitty thanks.
"Hey, thanks for saving our city, now would you mind repopulating for us?" Across a sea of dappled wings, her father smirked at her, and she felt her hands tighten into fists at her side. The expression on the Valkyrie's face only went so far in performing as a balm to what remained of her pride. It had been five long days since the Aviary got its shit together, and while her wing was splinted and healing, she still couldn't fly, or she'd have made her way back to fairer climes days ago.
That, and the two other Avian she'd rescued kept ogling at her like they expected her to sprout a second fire-breathing head. That is, a second head that also breathed fire, not another fire-breathing head in addition to her first.
Now that the Aviary was no longer crashing from the sky, Aerie remembered why she'd left this place at all. It stank with pompous ceremony and ill-earned pride. Everything here was forced tradition, veneers hiding rotting teeth. Even the air seemed to fit too tight, and she ruffled her wings impatiently, glad for the pain, because at least it was real. And she didn't care, or didn't know it made her seem like a petulant child. She have chosen petulant over pretension any day.
Fortunately, she knew her stay had never been permanent. She had been on a boring, semi-deadly trip with one group of insufferable, yet not entirely worthless creatures, and then abandoned that mission for an equally boring, equally deadly, equally obnoxious one.
Now the second was done, and because she was still hale and whole and she hadn't heard any human whining in quite some time, she only assume the first had gone on. And no one was forcing her to fuck there.
Impatient, she turned to her companions-of-the-instant, arms akimbo, expression bemused at the very best.
"Tell her to get up," she told Nyashi flatly. "Or we're leaving her."
She thrust a finger at Kozoul.
"Saddle the bee or whatever the fuck. We're getting out of here."
If there was still a crowd waiting, watching, she gave no notice as she sauntered cleanly toward the edge of the platform and the waiting bee. It wasn't until she was mounted and ready to go that she acknowledged them.
"Oh, please," she scoffed, "Don't give me that look. We all agreed on mutual hatred years ago. Thanks for the hat, though. I have a friend who'd love it."
She gave a smile as sweet as she could muster, then tipped the bee forward, passengers and all, spiraling in graceful circles down to the unfamiliar land below.