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Who: Wren (

thoroff) and you!
What: Wren continues to be a responsible pegasus owner and settles into her new home in the annex.
When: April 23-April 30
Where: Keystone Annex and Keystone Shore
Warnings: None likely.

Stables / Shore — any day, morning

[The Fissure expedition, more specifically her inability to bring Catria along for it, put a serious dent in her exercise regime, so now that she's no longer exhausted to her core it's time to commit twice as hard. Every morning, as soon as she's properly awake, Wren heads down to the stables to take her black-winged steed out for a flight. She spends at least an hour each day swooping through the skies above the shoreline, and when she's not doing that, she's hovering closer to the earth, practicing her lance strikes or blasting parts of the landscape with lightning.

She would no doubt be thrilled to find a better training partner than thin air.]

Annex: Library — 23rd–30th, evening to early morning

[So guess who's pretty much moved into the library? This girl. She alternates between scouring the shelves for anything that catches her interest and burying her nose in and devouring the reading material at a vaguely alarming rate. While she gathers non-fiction books of all stripes, the most common themes are magic and wartime strategy. Most nights she doesn't even bother returning to her room, simply letting herself fall asleep in the lounge with a bunch of books scattered around her. This is totally fine, right?]

Annex: Roof — 27th, afternoon

[Having decided to actually relax for a moment today, Wren can be found soaking in the hot tub, wearing a bikini that quite honestly doesn't leave a ton to the imagination. The coat and boots (and inexplicable belts) have been left off to the side, though for whatever reason she's kept the gloves on.

The tub's not quite as nice as the hot springs she visited once, but there are also no voyeuristic merchants lurking about, so hey, you win some, you lose some. She certainly looks content enough all the same, leaning back with her eyes shut in a blissful expression that suggests she's pretty much lost to the world right now.]

Wildcard

[Need Wren for anything? Feel free to approach her any time you see her around the station, she'll be happy to listen, probably.]

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[Everyone had ditched him the last time he'd been to the beach. And for what? To ride on a boat and chase babes! He'd been relegated to just watching over their stuff, as though there was no possibly way the ladies would love him! Just for their information, they should know that he could have effortlessly scored way more attention with the ladies. They wouldn't have been able to keep their hands off him! ~~That's because they would be petting you, Morgana. Being an adorable cat does not equate to being a hot guy.~~

Soooooo..... okay, maybe his decision to have a little adventure on the beach all by himself was a tiny bit motivated out of spite. But that didn't mean he wasn't having a good time! Exploring, digging in the sand, finding shells, romping around chasing some extremely offended seagulls..... he'll probably need to spend a while grooming the sand out from between his toes, but so far, it's actually been pretty fun.

It's only when a large winged shadow passes overhead that he discovers he's not as alone as he thought.]

Woah.....

[Morgana flops down in the sand and rolls onto his back to watch, admiring the graceful flight pattern. He doubts they can hear him all the way up there, but just in case they can.....]

Nice moves!

[Huh, what was that? The words don't quite make it, but Wren does hear something, so she doubles back and brings Catria to a stop to look down to the earth.

...Weird. She could swear somebody called out to her, but she doesn't see anyone on the beach...]

[Noooope. Not a single human on the beach at all. Weird, huh? There is, however, a kitty with one arm (leg?) stetched out over his head, lazily waving at you.]

[Surely not...

Wait, what is she thinking? It's not like a talking cat would be that strange, all things considered. Right? She still feels a little silly as, after descending far enough to not have to shout too loudly, she calls out to him.]

Hello?

Hey! How's the weather up there?

[He thinks he's funny. Sorry, Wren.]

[Okay. Sure, this can happen now. Why not?]

Just fine. How are things down there?

Just beachy!

[Plz stop.]

You two make a pretty good team, huh?

You'd better believe it!

[They fly in another loop, just to show off, before touching down near Morgana — though not too close, so that he doesn't accidentally get trampled.]

[By the time the pair lands, Morgana has rolled over and sat up, shaking some of the sand out of his fur. He applauds obligingly--or at least, as well as a cat can clap.]

Have you been together long?

[Wren chuckles and pats Catria fondly.]

Nearly three years now.

That's amazing! We don't have anything like that where I'm from.

[He..... doesn't have any memories older than about three years ago, honestly. For him, three years is practically a whole lifetime.

And besides that, he hasn't even seen pegasi in the Metaverse. ~~Because he's in the wrong line of games.~~ They do have unicorns, though?]

I'm not surprised. Most people I've spoken to don't, it seems.

Horses are just horses, where I'm from. Not that you ever really see them around the city, anyway.

Well, horses are also just horses where I'm from. Pegasi are a related but distinct species.