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[falxx]

[Standing on a field of grass is Reever, hands out in front of him and fingers fanned apart. Blue eyes are hidden behind closed lids as he concentrates; a tornado of wind whirls violently a few meters ahead of him, contained in one area. A brown wing twitches when a section of the funnel attempts to break away from his control

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[slyandsexy]

*Slinks into the courtyard to watch*

[falxx]

*He sighs, rubbing his neck-- a habit that started after he died. A twit from a tree caused him to turn to Cross's direction, and smiled shyly.*

Hello...

[slyandsexy]

Having fun?

[falxx]

*He shrugged*

Ah... I was training.

[slyandsexy]

Mmm. It looks like it's going well.