you had a halo - boardwalk tear-up

[abbr=sunsetpaw]★[/abbr]

[abbr=palm glades & no rank]★[/abbr]

[abbr=light orange domestic feline & white face, chest, legs, and underbelly + orange spot on her chin and lower right foreleg & olive green eyes]★[/abbr]

[abbr=no powers]★[/abbr]

That was certainly not something you see every day. Then again, Sunny couldn’t really pin anything down to expect from Wyvern just yet, but it’s not like ripping up the boardwalk was just such a potentially common occurrence or normal in any case. She’d just been minding her business, talking and laughing at something with some npcs, other apprentices from the sound of it, when one of them pointed out that someone was making a beeline to the boardwalk. There wasn’t much time to figure out who it was just yet before shit went flying, the sound of shattered pots and god knows what else echoing in her ears and making her disoriented. Of course, her luck was bad enough that day to end up in the list of casualties, just narrowly missing a bench or maybe a table coming down, thunking her in the side but that was luckily it in terms of damage. No more injured sons of bitches, not today.

”Fucking hell, what was that?” Sunsetpaw asked, not angry in the slightest but definitely shocked. The strike of lighting that came down on the bird managed to fascinate her long enough to regain her composure before she said something that could be misconstrued as hostile, tail poofed up at the strike that seemingly was just...summoned? Now that was power. A little bird killing machine.

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