[04 - Commentlog] Accumulate

[needsnobottle]

[Tammy's no fool. She doesn't have any experience with birds, but she knows well enough that they can bite and they probably wouldn't appreciate having their feathers yanked off. So she's been gathering fallen hawk feathers from the mews for a while now. She needs 19.5 (she figures 20 and she'll cut one of them in half) and right now she has 13. Who knew this would have been so difficult?

Anyone out wandering the grounds near the Mews will find Tammy sitting on the ground nearby, wearing her backpack and waiting, with a book open on her lap--and here's hoping she won't get in trouble for taking it out of the library.]

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[b100b100dbeast.livejournal.com]

[Equius is still searching for his moirail, and has been for the past two days. He's beginning to run out of places to search, and that sinking feeling is now a total pit in his stomach. He walks, hunching over slightly, rage and sorrow fighting each other inside of him.]

You. Lowblood. Have you seen a troll, like me. A female that answers to the name "Nepeta".

[likesfootnotes]

[Tammy, you were hoping for hawk feathers and Bartimaeus knows that all too well. This is probably why you are suddenly greeted by a raven landing not far away, feathers ruffled up as it settles its wings.

Rather than trolling off the bat, Bartiraven preens his feathers for a bit, then swivels his head about to peer at the book.

And, what the heck, he might as well hop towards it while he's at it. Don't mind him, he'll only peck at the pages if you don't intervene.]