And once again, the ground rises up startlingly fast for one little jay. She tumbles into the grass, her mad flapping doing little more than creating a flurry of feathers.

However, she is not caged this time. With a shake and a ruffle she's on her feet again, and hops over to the fallen ajah, chirping worriedly. She's pretty sure this is not how it is supposed to go. Not getting a response, and not really suited to do anything of use, she settles in next to Moiraine at her shoulder, and warbles in a 'hey, are you awake yet?' manner every so often.