[ Near the top of the Tower, where the Ornatia flats stand, Reyson is sitting outside on a banister. for obvious reasons he has no fear of heights, so he's sitting perched upon the marble banister, with his legs dangling over the side. The sun on the face and the wind in his wings feels very nice indeed, and up so high, even the city air is fresh ( Read more... )

[ So a certain someone is hanging out in the first floors of the Tower, lurking in the metal beams and rafters near the glass ceiling. He's sitting above the food court area, dividing his attention between the sky and the people milling below ( Read more... )

[ Stalking about the corridors of the Tower is a very exasperated, angry heron. His fists are balled and his face is red over a deep scowl. He's hissing and muttering, pacing back and forth and storming down the halls, so agitated that his white wings twitch and flick behind him. ]

I swear, I am going to strangle him when I find him --

[ Oh ( Read more... )

[ Reyson is currently in the cafeteria. Things were quiet, so he'd taken a moment to relax and .. enjoy the view. The windows here were large, and he frequented this area, because it provided the best view of the sky, in his opinion. There were larger windows on the lower floors, but they were so close to the ground that most of the view was ( Read more... )

[ Hello Physia wing and physicians, all ... two of you. You've got a third now, attempting to get settled into this area of the tower and learn the layout. He's a rather interesting individual, if I may call to attention the white wings on his back. Very, very large wings. He looks a bit disconcerted; he's never had this much freedom before! ]