Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171118030909

(S9/Lil) "Tøl'vuh..." Lilrava hears her foster mother swear under her breath as she wheels around and makes for the tall trees again.

Picking the tallest pine, she settles down on its very tip. It easily bends under her considerable weight, but she walks sideways down the bent branch, flapping her wings for balance, until it bends no more and holds steady. With a pinch of her foot the tip cracks just a little, still easily holding her weight but losing a great deal of its springy resistance.

"A nesting trick my mother taught me when I was young." Tirush smiles at over her shoulder as she folds her wings in. As before, her knees make ample seating for the little Dark Elf.

"This should do well, yes. I am thinking I should hear anything that may approach us from up here," she says, settling in and giving Lilrava the opportunity to climb down into her lap.