Oct 14 2019, 09:33 PM
Anyways.
The hybrid bowed, and once it had been adequately dismissed (by Vargas's moving away) it clambered up the former perch, rising to its monster-sized peak and spreading biplane-esque wings suited to slow, precise flight. With a few somewhat-practiced, deep wingbeats, Garnet Five-Seven-Nine took flight, towards its first taste of 'freedom.'
;exit G-579