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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ryfte" data-source="post: 3236308" data-attributes="member: 24385">GrendleThe feel of the wind against her body and the push of the air against her wings causes her to smile. Being free, in the air, away from it all. Movement from below catches her eye and she descends to where she can get a better look. It's an odd thing this... they scurry about so... like ants... I wonder if I appear so small when they look down on me... and today seemed such a peaceful day She notes the priest glancing up at her a moment and making a hurriedly distracted bow none-the-lesss.Taking advantage of his recognition, she drops down further, "Priest, what is happening here? Something must be amiss for such agitation?!?!" Like in most things Grendle dives straight for the answer. She looks him straight in the eyes and waits for a response. It's a wonder they haven't contacted the guard if its something dangerous. Likely not then... but just in case... wouldn't want things to get out of hand after all... I hate it when messes get in my way...</blockquote>