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there's a twitter of surprise and dismay coming from somewhere above the heads of most patrons a second before something vibrantly colorful and feathery zooms out of the rafters, heading for the floor near Bar.
At least Sariel had the forethought to get out of the air when she felt the impending return to humanity coming. crash landings are nasty things, regardless of the vehicle they happen in.
She hits solid ground with a clatter of tiny claws on wood, and immediately scurries beneath Bar herself. That scramble for cover isn't a second too soon, either; "Oh, bugger--"
PWROM!
"Ack! God..." There was a bird. Now there is a dark-skinned young woman desperately trying to keep herself covered. "Bar, could you--"
Bar obligingly provides a bathrobe, which Sariel quickly grabs and wraps up in. Her communicator, an undamaged pair of uniform pants and the boots that go with them, and a very battered shirt complete with a single black pip on the collar appear shortly thereafter. None of that gets noticed until their scarlet-faced owner is certain she's decent and stands up, however.
She'll remark on the niceness of whoever returned her clothes later - only the communicator ending up with Bar was her doing. Right now, she's snatching up a certain origami likeness as soon as she spots it and hurrying up the staircase as quickly as possible, muttering in mortified-sounding Creole the whole way.
It's only after she's fished her room key out of a pants pocket and gotten inside that she realizes her robe's patterned with little birds.
That, and the fact that three loose feathers, one blue, one green and one orange, are tucked behind her right ear.
At least Sariel had the forethought to get out of the air when she felt the impending return to humanity coming. crash landings are nasty things, regardless of the vehicle they happen in.
She hits solid ground with a clatter of tiny claws on wood, and immediately scurries beneath Bar herself. That scramble for cover isn't a second too soon, either; "Oh, bugger--"
PWROM!
"Ack! God..." There was a bird. Now there is a dark-skinned young woman desperately trying to keep herself covered. "Bar, could you--"
Bar obligingly provides a bathrobe, which Sariel quickly grabs and wraps up in. Her communicator, an undamaged pair of uniform pants and the boots that go with them, and a very battered shirt complete with a single black pip on the collar appear shortly thereafter. None of that gets noticed until their scarlet-faced owner is certain she's decent and stands up, however.
She'll remark on the niceness of whoever returned her clothes later - only the communicator ending up with Bar was her doing. Right now, she's snatching up a certain origami likeness as soon as she spots it and hurrying up the staircase as quickly as possible, muttering in mortified-sounding Creole the whole way.
It's only after she's fished her room key out of a pants pocket and gotten inside that she realizes her robe's patterned with little birds.
That, and the fact that three loose feathers, one blue, one green and one orange, are tucked behind her right ear.