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(Continued from here) Breath returned. Color bloomed in her vision as she panted. Bluebird spread her wings, ready to force song through her burning throat. To fight or flee, to protect herself- ...The caravan leader was gone. There was no murmuring hatred. The stars were quiet as she blinked...

The shopkeeper lit up as Bluebird entered the bakery. Even with her hood drawn up, there were some people she couldn't hide from, and the kindly faerin who had allowed her to perform outside her shop was one of them. "Ah, if it isn't little Bluebird! It's been a while!" Bluebird smiled weakly...

"On that day, it was raining." It was a small crowd today - a group of high-school students who were here by requirement rather by choice. Her words had been greeted with disinterested gazes and amused whispers. Mira didn't hold it against them. Even adults had trouble absorbing her words...

Bluebird's tittering whistle could barely be heard over the hubbub of Stokbon's streets, but there was certainly missing the bright blue beastfolk leaping from roof to roof as the wind carried her above the foot traffic. A satchel bounced off her side, while her claws clacked loudly across...

Getting Camp Nisus fixed would take more than singing and motivation on Bluebird's part - it would require work, the sort that needed her to kneel in the mud and pick splinters from her fingers as she set about the rough and surprisingly complicated business of rebuilding. She was no stranger to...

A day after the fall of the Kurungaar Matron... Ruby hasn't logged back in since the fight. Bluebird closed her friends list and tried to to push her worry out of mind. The fight had been long and grueling - she still remembered the nightmares she'd had the night before. It was no wonder Ruby...

Bluebird likes to sing, and I, having taken a creative writing class once in my life, has made the dubious decision to write actual lyrics for songs she sings. And so here is a thread to catalogue all those songs lyrics and the songs they're based on. Depending how I feel, I might write...

Mira Eden has done this many times before. Spoken the same words, answered the same questions, seen the same sea of faces watching her with the same expressions. Pity, curiosity, morbid fascination... after having spoken so many times in so many places she has come to realize how similar people...

Honeyhome is no bustling city. It's the sort of place where people might be born and live their entire lives, unaware of the world beyond Eastern Brisshal. Yet its its location means it is a place of adventurers, and in this new age of the Starcalled there's more activity here than there's been...