Okchakko could use some serious help...
The green-ahired, winged teenager let out a yelp as she took to the air in the city. Achaffa so help me, they're working together! What is their ISSUE with the Oklahoshi?! Flapflapflap- BUILDING! She folded her wings close to her body, feeling air rush over her body as she watched, waited, then opened her wings abruptly.
She led the other okla around the city on a chase, then found a large crowd. She shoved nervous doubt to one side. If Mom could do it, I can, Okchakko repremanded herself, going close enough to the ground that she wouldn't hurt herself if she dropped. Then, with minimal fuss, her wings seemed to vanish, her appearance changing to a more regular human one. Her hair was still green, and she was still ungodly tall, but the lack of identifying wings helped her make a quick and unexpected getaway.
For now. Okchakko pulled her hood up, moving with the crowd, turning away abruptly, finding places she could easily get lost in. She paused, debating for a moment, then burrowed in one of her numerous pockets. Wearing that many shirts and pairs of pants had that advantage. Producing the communicator Raven had given her, Okchakko paused, looking around. Crap. Keeep on moving, Okchakko.
She couldn't very well lead all of them to the water, and her mother had advised that whatever she'd appeared to have lost- like her wings- couldn't be used. In other words, flying was straight out.
"Uh... crap, crap, crap," Okchakko muttered, elbowing her way through a crowd in the mall. This forced the winged fidgured chasing her to take to the crowd- the mall was not a place for an okla of any kind to fly.
Now if I can just lose these guys... Okchakko thought, hands shaking a little as she shoved them in her pockets, feigning nonchalance as she tried to make herself appear as short as possible.
She led the other okla around the city on a chase, then found a large crowd. She shoved nervous doubt to one side. If Mom could do it, I can, Okchakko repremanded herself, going close enough to the ground that she wouldn't hurt herself if she dropped. Then, with minimal fuss, her wings seemed to vanish, her appearance changing to a more regular human one. Her hair was still green, and she was still ungodly tall, but the lack of identifying wings helped her make a quick and unexpected getaway.
For now. Okchakko pulled her hood up, moving with the crowd, turning away abruptly, finding places she could easily get lost in. She paused, debating for a moment, then burrowed in one of her numerous pockets. Wearing that many shirts and pairs of pants had that advantage. Producing the communicator Raven had given her, Okchakko paused, looking around. Crap. Keeep on moving, Okchakko.
She couldn't very well lead all of them to the water, and her mother had advised that whatever she'd appeared to have lost- like her wings- couldn't be used. In other words, flying was straight out.
"Uh... crap, crap, crap," Okchakko muttered, elbowing her way through a crowd in the mall. This forced the winged fidgured chasing her to take to the crowd- the mall was not a place for an okla of any kind to fly.
Now if I can just lose these guys... Okchakko thought, hands shaking a little as she shoved them in her pockets, feigning nonchalance as she tried to make herself appear as short as possible.