Elisa-garg's reality. Castle Wyvern. Alone on the battlement the day after halloween.

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Icy shivered slightly as the cold autumn rain pattered down on her and trickled down her back, though she was oblivious to the chill. Her large eyes tracked the lights of the cars far below, then turned up to watch an airplane go over before closing as she softly murmured a prayer in the language of her birth. "(Master, keep my friend. Please help her to return to her roost soon. And comfort her mate and her clan.)"

She sighed and looked down again, her fine hair clinging sodden to her head, then unfurled her wings and poised to leap.