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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 2302837" data-attributes="member: 13681">It's as beautiful as Arrowyn always said. Oliver walks in awe, eyes wide, as he admires the seamlessness of the elven structures with the surrounding forest. He surreptitiously reaches out to touch the smooth, burled wood of a newel post as the group skims quickly past. It feels so alive. He shakes his grizzled head. Unbelievable.He looks skyward. Arrowyn, Tiamena, I wish you could be with me here. Fendric is bellyaching about the elves and Oliver catches a bit. "Sunshine eh? I think that's blasphemy coming from you, Priest." His raspy voice carries a twist of amusement, "Especially about me." Oliver turns around in his saddle and looks back at Tatlock gazing, stupefied at buildings. The young man's seat in his saddle is cockeyed. "Careful you don't fall off lad."He gives Whistler a pat on the shoulders and is answered by a long whickering sigh. Winkle hops, wings flaring warbling to himself, and Bastrop turns an ear toward the bird. "Easy there, Wink. Here... I can't hold you for long, but it's a little higher." The gruff man's voice is affectionate, doting even. His back twinges as he swivels around and invites Bastrop onto his arm. After a few nips and complaints the young owl is riding, wings spread and flapping occasionally, on Oliver's outstretched arm. Oliver seems glad to bursting and rides along, chest thrust out, head high and frail arm trembling under the young and not-quite majestic looking owl's weight.</blockquote>

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