Spirit stopped and hovered in the air, flattening her antenna sadly as she watched Dusk leave. She turned to fly towards the tree, but stopped again, wary of Dusk's obvious apprehension of it. She looked from the tree to where she could see the city then back again, trying to decide what to do before she slowly turned and began to fly towards the city. As much as she hated to admit it, she had begun to feel restless lately; her ritualistic life lacking the opportunities to use the powers she had as a level 64 Flygon. She scanned the trees as she flew, and let out a small cry as she sub-conciously looked for someone to fight.
((Spirit's up for interaction if someone has an unpreoccupied charrie))









