(a) - He's a bit farther in his life at the moment, so he's pretty and bright with lovely red and yellow and blue feathers, seeming chipper and pretty where he's perched. It's not that hes as vain as most birds can be, but that he's catching some sun, because it feels so darn GOOD.
Peter has settled on the head of a ship. He doesn't know what ship. He doesn't know who's ship. It's a ship, that was in a harbor at some island he doesn't know. His tail feathers hang off the side, dangling in the sun and breeze, and he seems to be roosting, happily at the top of a figure head. Eyes closed and perfectly still, he's enjoying the break in freaking out over things and instead enjoying the sunny weather.
I'm sorry, is this your ship?
------------ (b) - [The mention of freaking out from above? That was earlier. His claws clung to the top of a fountain in the middle of a down that was NOT where he was at last! This didn't look like ANY town it should have. In fact, this looked worse then most towns that he knew!]
[Hanging on to the broken fountain he huffed and puffed up, fluffing his feathers a bit as he glanced around the place.]
You want me to believe that this guy brought me here to find stones?! [he yelped at some woman that was trying to explain it to him. She'd shoved a small journal at him that he hadn't picked up. She then ran away!]
[Peter was all frazzled, losing a few smaller feathers here and there. He's a rather large bird, alsmot human child size, give or take a bit, so it as a lot of color and a lot of feather that was perched on a fountain.]
Please don't run away! Please, I didn't mean to sound ungrateful! It just doesn't make sense! God Volcanon! What did I do to deserve this?! [he called up into the heavens, clearly distraught.] You said I could help Bowie...
Peter the Phoenix | Shining Force 2
Peter has settled on the head of a ship. He doesn't know what ship. He doesn't know who's ship. It's a ship, that was in a harbor at some island he doesn't know. His tail feathers hang off the side, dangling in the sun and breeze, and he seems to be roosting, happily at the top of a figure head. Eyes closed and perfectly still, he's enjoying the break in freaking out over things and instead enjoying the sunny weather.
I'm sorry, is this your ship?
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(b) - [The mention of freaking out from above? That was earlier. His claws clung to the top of a fountain in the middle of a down that was NOT where he was at last! This didn't look like ANY town it should have. In fact, this looked worse then most towns that he knew!]
[Hanging on to the broken fountain he huffed and puffed up, fluffing his feathers a bit as he glanced around the place.]
You want me to believe that this guy brought me here to find stones?! [he yelped at some woman that was trying to explain it to him. She'd shoved a small journal at him that he hadn't picked up. She then ran away!]
[Peter was all frazzled, losing a few smaller feathers here and there. He's a rather large bird, alsmot human child size, give or take a bit, so it as a lot of color and a lot of feather that was perched on a fountain.]
Please don't run away! Please, I didn't mean to sound ungrateful! It just doesn't make sense! God Volcanon! What did I do to deserve this?! [he called up into the heavens, clearly distraught.] You said I could help Bowie...