clay_satyr (clay_satyr) wrote in fairgrove_u,

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February 28, 1:00 am, above campus.

((OOC: Open thread for any changeling who's on the ground or any changeling who can also fly.))

Clayton finally finished memorizing his notes for the day, closed his book, and stretched. He fluttered his wings for a moment, stretched his neck, and seemed to come to a decision.

"I'm tried of being cooped up in here all day," he said. "I'm going to stretch my wings for a bit."

And with that, he put on a warm, flease sweatshirt with strategically placed slits in the back, and walked to the open window. He looked outside. It was a cool night, with a bit of fog. Unusual weather, true, but perfect for a stretch.

After making sure there were no mortals around to see him, he climbed onto the landing, and flew.

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