{That's okay, happens to me all the time. Lol, I understand.}
Toaren•Male Barn•Pure One
Toaren was flooded with a deep and sincere feeling of relief as she regained consciousness. Yet almost immeduately, he noticed the blood coating her feathers. He was shocked that he hadn't noticed it before; she was slicked down with the damp crimson stuff. He shuddered, stunned that most of it was hers, and reeling even more from the sheer fact that she had survived it. And yet, he reflected, it only made him respect her more, she awed him more. He felt a new and profound feeling within him; pride for his training-mate, but...he furrowed his brow in cinfusion. No, that's not it. I'd know pride anywhere. Pride plus awe plus familiarity equaled...what? Suddenly, he realized that he couldn't deny it any longer. He knew this emotion he was experiencing.
It was called love.
Toaren looked at her, blending back into the crowd for a moment just to ensure that he wasn't suspiciously picjed oyt of the crowd. At her question of his name, his shoulders sagged and he replied softly, "Yes, it's me." He jumped back as she broke free from the ropes, then all too willingly let her lean on his shoulder. When she asked how they would get out, he sighed. That was the one part of his plan he hadn't figured out yet. "Uhhhh..." He realized how much of a fool he must seem like, trying to fiddle around with his ideas. Finally, he stamped his talon and muttered, "I don't really know yet. Let's just try to get out of the hollow first." He knew a bit of his way around the tree; a spy had come here once, infiltrating just as he had, and reported back to the