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When; Dec 1
Rating; Variable; starts G
Characters; Janine and OPEN
Summary; Janine visits Xanadu.
Log;
Janine lined herself up for the approach. In her weeks since arriving at the City she'd never gone into it. Flown over it the other day when there'd been those stone angel things, yes, but that was as close as she'd come. But this morning, it was cold. No frost that she could see, but her breath condensed in twin plumes.
She glided down with wings spread wide, the trailing edge of her chilled wing membranes flexing up and down as she killed her momentum, losing speed and altitude. Janine descended as far as was feasible, changing her orientation so her feet were downwards and ready. At last, when she stalled, backwinging twice to cut as much momentum as she could, she was close and slow enough to drop to those feet and run some distance, wings starting to tuck but still half-open and adjusting until they folded neatly and she dropped down onto her clawed hands.
Janine looked along her own back, ignoring the shells clicking around her neck. Landings were... tricky things. Her wing membranes attached shoulder to wrist and finger to below the knee; she physically could not hover, she couldn't even backwing as effectively as a bird could, and there was the fact that standing on all fours with her neck high she was twelve feet tall. But she was getting better at it, and that had been a pretty creditable one. No matter now. She lowered her neck and gigantic beak out before her like a knight's lance, and ambled through the garden entrance. It would be warmer here, right?
[Please state where in Xanadu your character meets her, and only one can see the landing. Thank you!]
Rating; Variable; starts G
Characters; Janine and OPEN
Summary; Janine visits Xanadu.
Log;
Janine lined herself up for the approach. In her weeks since arriving at the City she'd never gone into it. Flown over it the other day when there'd been those stone angel things, yes, but that was as close as she'd come. But this morning, it was cold. No frost that she could see, but her breath condensed in twin plumes.
She glided down with wings spread wide, the trailing edge of her chilled wing membranes flexing up and down as she killed her momentum, losing speed and altitude. Janine descended as far as was feasible, changing her orientation so her feet were downwards and ready. At last, when she stalled, backwinging twice to cut as much momentum as she could, she was close and slow enough to drop to those feet and run some distance, wings starting to tuck but still half-open and adjusting until they folded neatly and she dropped down onto her clawed hands.
Janine looked along her own back, ignoring the shells clicking around her neck. Landings were... tricky things. Her wing membranes attached shoulder to wrist and finger to below the knee; she physically could not hover, she couldn't even backwing as effectively as a bird could, and there was the fact that standing on all fours with her neck high she was twelve feet tall. But she was getting better at it, and that had been a pretty creditable one. No matter now. She lowered her neck and gigantic beak out before her like a knight's lance, and ambled through the garden entrance. It would be warmer here, right?
[Please state where in Xanadu your character meets her, and only one can see the landing. Thank you!]