The little bundle of feathers doesn't move as the cage goes skidding away from the battle, other then the quick little rise and fall of little-bird breathing. She's a rather pathetic sight at this point, her feathers sticking up at random where water and wind ruffled and seperated them.
As the cage goes flying once again, Ace's little talons wrap around one of the slender silver wires, hanging on for dear life.
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Date: 2006-06-13 05:51 am (UTC)As the cage goes flying once again, Ace's little talons wrap around one of the slender silver wires, hanging on for dear life.