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Characters: Terra, Gwendolyn, Bulla, + anyone else capable of flight
Location: Skies of Dollet
Rating: PG probably!
Summary: Yay vacation! Terra's idea of recreation is going out to fly and explore around Dollet -- but not alone!
Open/Closed/Finished: Semi-Open

Though the weather in Dollet is pretty nice, there are still a fair amount of clouds in the sky. Terra, eager to stretch her legs on the ground and in the air, was one of the first out of the Garden. She'd go check out the town later, but right now it was early enough to not draw a large amount of attention from those stuck on the ground.

As such, Terra takes the air the second she has a moment to spare. With little hesitence, the slender girl darts quickly up through the clouds, only to hover a moment and take in the thinner upper atmosphere. Here it was quiet enough that she could enjoy the momentary peace, and recover from the past few days of stress and unease.

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"True. Perhaps the others who can will come here as well - we rarely have such an opportunity, after all."

Gwendolyn began to feel the slight lurch of gravity strengthen... "Forgive me, I must descend for a moment. I shall return shortly." With that said, she started descending slowly.

The one recurring theme to Bulla's nightmares involved not being strong enough when it really counted. She could train in the Training Center, and she could lift weights, and there was Fight Club, but those things would only get her so far. And they wouldn't help with other things.

It was early, and there were plenty of white, fluffy clouds out in the sky. In short, perfect weather for practicing one of those 'other things' she could do.

Glancing around to make sure that nobody was looking, Bulla flew straight up into the clouds. She flew quite fast until she reached the clouds, not wanting to chance someone seeing her who wasn't supposed to. She blinked when she realized she wasn't alone, after all.

"Oh, hi," she said, offering a greeting with a little wave.

Fully in phoenix form, Marco took a leisurely flight around the Garden. It was a sense of familiarity, a reminder of home, the way he made rounds to watch over the rest of his crew, whether here or in his own world. He was used to have the skies almost all to himself. He still hadn't had any luck in finding out much more about there being other phoenixes in the world; phoenixes were known to be reclusive to begin with and originally Marco hadn't intended to give himself completely away. So when he saw three girls in the sky, he at first assumed he was hallucinating.

After blinking hooded eyes a few times though, they didn't disappear so he cautiously flew over to inspect the situation.

Buwah? Terra tilted her head when Gwendolyn started to sink, "Are.. you okay?"

Oh wait, newcomers! This distracts Terra from the peculiar sight of Gwendolyn sinking back towards the earth, as she sensed the arrival of Bulla. Surprised, and yet amused at the same time. "I guess we weren't the only ones with the same idea. Hello Bulla." She paused for a second, a puzzled look on her face. What was that she just sensed?

She shook her head quickly, focusing her attention on the blue haired girl. "Are you feeling any better lately?"

Gwendolyn barely missed Bulla as she started her descent, though at least it seemed her wings were still in good condition. She droppped slightly before using her newfound momentum to rise again.

On her way back up, however, she glanced... well. It wasn't every day that she saw a large blue bird. It looked larger than an eagle, at that.

Her warrior instincts not flaring up just yet, she decided to leave it be, and rose back to where Terra and Bulla were. "My apologies, I require a second wind at times. Good day to you, Bulla."

"It is perfect flying weather," said Bulla with a little grin. "The nightmares seemed to calm down after meditating every night and now I'm not having them anymore. It's nice."

She glanced back at the large blue bird, but shrugged it off for the time being. After all, she wasn't used to all the local animals. Perhaps the bird was one of the resident species.

"How are both of you doing?"

Marco blinked with a start and flew in closer to figure out how so many people could be in midair at once. It obviously wasn't devil fruit related, but with all the magic of the world and even the flying Garden itself, maybe flying was less rare here than his own world. He tweeted a hello, hovering closer and keeping up the pace, just to see if any of them could speak bird.

"Ah, is that it?" Terra smiled at Gwendolyn in relief - she'd been worried about that when Gwen had just sunk down so abruptly. "And I'm doing... better, now that the nightmares aren't quite so bad." That and her talks with Quetzacoatl and Shiva helped.

Terra glanced at the others when the bird drew near. It was obviously not a monster, or it wouldn't have just tweeted at them in a friendly manner. "Do you think it's someone's pet?" She wondered aloud, for she is incapable of speaking bird, alas.

"Likewise. Having nightmares with less frequency has done wonders for my health."

Despite her wings and affinity, Gwendolyn too was incapable of speaking in bird, though she could tell the tweet was a greeting. "I somehow doubt it - I would have heard of such birds being common if that were the case, and such size would make it difficult to hide in the Garden."

She bowed her head slightly towards the bird. "Good day, sir."

"Hi, Mister Bird," greeted Bulla, offering a small wave in the bird's direction to be friendly. She didn't know if he (if the bird even was a he) could understand what they were saying, but she had no problem with the bird joining them. Considering his size, he probably wasn't used to having anything in the sky bigger than hew as.

"Maybe there's other birds like this one here," Bulla suggested. "They're probably not that common but...it's not like we've been in this world long enough to know what's common or not."

Marco nodded at the hello and then shook his head at the idea of being common. Even if there were other phoenixes here, he was apparently the only blue one. And phoenixes were still rare. He had yet to find any others. He coasted along with the girls, still caught along the breezes and enjoying the warm air.

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