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✹ "Ａｓｈｅｓ ｗｅ ａｒｅ， ａｎｄ ａｓｈｅｓ ｉｓ ｗｈａｔ ｗｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅｃｏｍｅ." ✹
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- In the meantime, Cinder had not, well, done so great in her sleep, unlike Inferno who seemed to already beam at the sights and at his overall existence. But, yeah, the female's not doing all that well, and the yesterday's battle was to blame. With eyes closed, and soon feeling her partner scoot away and leave her side, the firebird stretched those sore, stiff muscles of hers, starting with her wings, then followed by her claws. The aforementioned soreness is courtesy of yesterday's conflict, and it is only obvious she is not doing well if you take into consideration how long it had been since the last tie she'd fought a battle. A year or so probably - she can't exactly recall the last time she'd been summoned, but such could be asked to any owl or creature that loomed the Great Tree. Her yearly arrival was just something impossible for them to forget. A special occasion indeed.
Anyways, once fiery tendons and hot ligaments are stretched, Cinder finally gives a response which, at first, comes in the form of a low groan - a reaction towards her aching body and maybe even her soul. It only makes sense that spending so much time without fighting - when you're a being made for just that, fighting, is bound to hurt. Clearly, it is not the first time Cinder has come to terms with this reality, soon acknowledging it for god knows what time before hopping out of the nest as well, several feet away from her friend. Rubbing her own eyes with a single wing, she lets out weary:
"Morning..."
Taking a few steps towards the male as she now stands right by his side, not looking so good, nor feeling it.
"No, not really...
I'm really sore after yesterday's battle..."
And not only does it show in her looks, but, when she stretches a little bit more, the sound of her limbs cracking slightly - naturally, hints out how out of shape they had become after having not been given a use for so long.
