Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161123190735/@comment-31605619-20161126033313

Quetzal recognized Migraine as the Nightwing entered, though she didn't go to meet him. Instead, she continued to hide behind the harp. She really didn't want to meet that big scary Nightwing that looked really mean. (loldunworrywillowbbweLlknowyou'renicec:)

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Sleet yawned widely, and glanced around at the various instruments. I guess I could try...

He stood, glancing around and wondering what to try. Eventually, he set his obsidian gaze on the harps, which numebred about five of them. One of them, for some reason, had a Rainwing hiding behind it. He shrugged, and trotted toward's the second-largest one, a dark colored wooded frame with simple, yet elegant silver colored trim. He carefully strummed one of the strings, experimenting and trying to hide how curious he actually was about it.