Flying, yes flying. Being up in the air, soaring with the wind in one’s hair -er- feathers, in Ahiru’s mind it was the best perk of being a duck.
Or, so she had thought while still in the air.
Touchdown, a quick splash, and uniform retrieval later, the duck turned girl was beginning to have second thoughts.
“Oooh, my back, my arms...” Ahiru groaned aloud. It was only sheer force of will that had her stumbling up in hopes of making it to the sanctity (and the warm soothing bath water) of the girl’s dormitory. Her formerly feathered appendages remained held at odd angles in a futile attempt to relieve herself from the pain. “Urgh, hurts. Ohhh eeeh ooooo...”
With her eyes downcast as she trudged along, her complaints becoming more and more incoherent in nature, Ahiru proved the infallibility of her duck-like grace
Splat! Face met stationary object.
After sliding painfully face first down the trunk of the tree she’d ran into the mass of Ahiru thrashed about all arms and legs in an attempt to set herself to rights.
This was the scene as walked in upon by the story’s knight. Absorbing the situation cooly as his gaze flicked from girl to tree and back again.
Vaguely concerned about brain damage as the girl in question began to babble inanely, the words ‘flying’ and ‘tree’ being most prominent, Fakir took a step forward, then stopped. Turning curtly around with a dismissive shake of his head. “No, I don’t think I want to know.”
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Contrived after watching Ahiru deal with her clothing issue by carrying her uniform in a bundle and thinking 'Boy, I'll bet that's no fun to tote around'.
~ Alea Seikou