[Winter... was a special time in Glie. The gently falling snow and the growing chill meant several things for the growing Haibane population. Many of them needed clothes that were suitable for the weather, wing covers too. Now normally that may fall to several Haibane, but it seemed only one had volunteered this year.
Rakka thought she could handle it... She thought wrong.
To anyone out on the main street, they might spot a lone Haibane. Walking... stumbling technically, about with a large box of clothes in her arms. The people around her have, thankfully, provided the Haibane with a wide berth when they saw her... as she couldn't see them.
...Nothing could help her, though, when Rakka stepped on a patch of ice and her and her box were sent to the ground with a startle cry.
And now she knew why a group did this.]
Other
[Old Home generally always had something happening in it, even with most of the older Feathers out in town, there would always be someone staying behind. Today, that Haibane was Rakka, and she.... wandered off.
It takes some searching, but if you really want to find her, she'll be in one of the old rooms, one that was for another Haibane, long ago. From the general mess, the mats and stacks of equipment and cans, this was an art studio. Several paintings sat off to the side, already complete. While the room had a small collection of dust, those did not.
And there she stands, Rakka, looking at one of the painted canvases before gathering it up in her arms. She's very careful with it, handling them like they might break if she wasn't extremely careful. If she sees someone passing in the hall, she'll call out to them.]
Rakka | ....take a guess?
[Winter... was a special time in Glie. The gently falling snow and the growing chill meant several things for the growing Haibane population. Many of them needed clothes that were suitable for the weather, wing covers too. Now normally that may fall to several Haibane, but it seemed only one had volunteered this year.
Rakka thought she could handle it... She thought wrong.
To anyone out on the main street, they might spot a lone Haibane. Walking... stumbling technically, about with a large box of clothes in her arms. The people around her have, thankfully, provided the Haibane with a wide berth when they saw her... as she couldn't see them.
...Nothing could help her, though, when Rakka stepped on a patch of ice and her and her box were sent to the ground with a startle cry.
And now she knew why a group did this.]
Other
[Old Home generally always had something happening in it, even with most of the older Feathers out in town, there would always be someone staying behind. Today, that Haibane was Rakka, and she.... wandered off.
It takes some searching, but if you really want to find her, she'll be in one of the old rooms, one that was for another Haibane, long ago. From the general mess, the mats and stacks of equipment and cans, this was an art studio. Several paintings sat off to the side, already complete. While the room had a small collection of dust, those did not.
And there she stands, Rakka, looking at one of the painted canvases before gathering it up in her arms. She's very careful with it, handling them like they might break if she wasn't extremely careful. If she sees someone passing in the hall, she'll call out to them.]
Hello! Excuse me?