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 Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 2:30 pm
 Pound was wating above the busstop just like his letter had said, he was absentmindedly preening while he waited. He was in a neutral zone but closest to Happy Hour's roost as he could see the Church. In fact Happy Hour diddnt mind visitors from other flocks so long as they diddnt bring fights or trouble. He stopped and thought as he watched other birds landing on the church roof. He got a reply from Cotton and he was very happy about that, he was a little concerned that she may have forgotten him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 4:38 pm
 Cotton was in a bad mood. Things were getting stressful in her flock; the scavengers were being worked harder than ever, and pidge everywhere were getting sick. Even though everyone was required to help during the winter, it was still difficult for regulars like Cotton. She had gotten her associate, Duffdime, to help out, but even then it wasn't enough. Everyone needed more food. The roosting mothers needed more nesting material. Doctors and witches needed medicines. And there was no time to rest!
Cotton landed precariously on a bench at the bus stop. She quickly preened her wind-blown feathers and looked around for Pound. Somehow, secretly getting away to meet Pound made her feel more comfortable. She didn't know if it was seeing Pound or just breaking a law was what did it, but it worked in any case. She sighed and shuffled her wings, peering at herself in a puddle of spilled Sprite. She had learned not to drink the soda long ago, but it worked for viewing oneself. She was mildly startled at her reflection; she looked paler and thinner than usual by result of stress and low food. Her normal color and weight would return in time, but she wondered if Pound would avoid her while she was like this. Birds instinctively avoided ones that looked ill.
"... Pound?" she called softly into the darkness, not realizing that Pound was just above her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 4:55 pm
Pound looked down slowly and peerer to make sure it was cotton, he diddnt recognise her at first, but only Cotton would be as bold to as to ink her feathers as red as she could get them.
He fluttered down from the roof casually and stood nearby Cotton.
'Hello, long time no see'
The first thing he noticed about Cotton was the fact she was looking very worn-out, he couldnt help but ask. He was a doctor but also he was a concerned friend.
Cotton? are you feeling okay? I'm just wondering, but you do look quite worn-out, You arn't feeling ill are you??
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 5:18 pm
Cotton felt relief when she saw Pound. It had been so long since she had seen him! "Oh... I guess we're all feeling a bit under the weather," she said, making a bad joke. "Y'know... Snow... We're under it..." She forced a laugh. "Oh, never mind. Pound, it's great to see you! I'll be all right; I haven't got a cold, at least. Maybe I've just been working too hard..." She knew that Pound already knew that she was a scavenger, and felt no need to explain the situation further. Most likely it was just as bad in Big Ma's flock.
"But how are you? It must be tough being a doctor; you have to help so many pidge... Be careful that you don't get sick too, okay?" She watched Pound slyly, her voice half joking, half sincere. She was a bit worried about him, though she supposed that Pound knew his craft well enough to take care of himself.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 5:43 am
Pound grinned, Cotton still had her scence of humour at least, everyone needed it at the end of the year.
'Oh its no bother, Im mostly on 'scrapes and breaks' at the moment rough winds are hard on the younger and the older. We've plenty of witches, so they are on 'medcines' or 'colds and coughs'.
Claude, one of our heads is very up on bieng efficient and to the book, you can tell he sorted all this out'
Pound had a think, and they did need to get out of the cold. Cotton especially.
'How about we go shelter in at Happy Hours Roost? gets us out of the cold for a chat anyway?'
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 7:30 am
"Okay, good idea!" Cotton agreed. She didn't especially like the wind, either. "It's a good thing that Happy Hour is so friendly. Unlike Baker..." Cotton fell silent, brooding. She had certainly changed a lot from when she had openly cheeked Baker. She now did so in more secretive ways, quietly rebelling against the laws that she found silly. For example, she inked herself as red as was legally possible. She met up with whomever she wanted, regardless of their flock. Sometimes she even didn't register her scavenging findings, especially when she found cotton. She almost never gave up her cotton to the flock.
She opened her wings experimentally, giving a flap or two while firmly holding on to the bench. The wind plucked at her wings and chilled her body. "Shall we, then?" she asked.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 8:24 am
'Yep lets be going, Happy doesnt seem to mind visitors at all'
He took off in a fluster and took up high into the air, and started off towards Happy's roost. He looked Behind himself to see Cotton quickly catching up.
'Through this window here!'
He grinned and swooped right in, he was shocked to hear music coming from the rooms below the roost and chattering.
'Oh right yeah, Sunday'
He perched on a beam and laughed, he noticed that the seamstresses knew the most of the songs, or at least the tunes as they crooned along to the calm music from below.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 9:01 am
Cotton laughed and landed beside Pound. She peered through the rafters to the humans below. She wondered why they only came to the church on Sunday, and why they always sang or listened to the old human in the front. She watched for a while more, then lost some interest and turned to Pound again.
"It's much warmer in here," she said. "I wonder why? The building blocks the wind, of course, but..." At that moment, a vent overhead started hissing and a jet of warm air shot out, startling Cotton.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:54 pm
Pound glared at the seamstress' across the beams who gave Cotton evil's for crying out loud at the vent
He had to smile though,
'You still looking after that fledgling of yours these days? or has he flown the nest now?'
Pound only heard about Cottons little charge now and again, actually he wasnt sure if the fledgling was hers.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 3:35 pm
Cotton was glad of the change in subject, embarrassed that the air conditioner had frightened her. She tried to ignore the seamstresses.
"Oh, you mean Escape Route? No, he's all grown up now. He left a long time ago... It was strange, the way I met him. He was just wandering around, not knowing where he was or where his parents were... So I just took him in." She smiled at Pound.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 5:13 am
'Oh, so he wasnt yours? sorry I just assumed.'
That must have been hard on yeh both, ever have any idea what might of happened to the parents?
Pound fluffed content up as he sat on the wooden beam, as sweet music sailed up. This was how a Sunday should be spent, he also couldnt help but notice how content the birds at Happy's were. It almost made him consider a flock change now and again, but he felt loyal to Ma's and the birds there and as a doctor he was a vital part of thier well-bieng.
He couldnt help but to pry further.
'What job did the lad move on into?'
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 2:52 pm
For some reason, Cotton blushed in embarrassment under her feathers. Pound had thought that she had a chick? Maybe he had a family and assumed that she did, too... But why did she care about that?
In order to distract herself, she just kept talking. "No, we never did find out where he came from. But he's doing just fine; he's found himself a girlfriend, last I'd heard. He's a whisperer now; a chip off the old block!" Cotton laughed. "... Do you have any chicks?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 1:57 pm
'What!'
Pound nearly jumped clean off the beam, He grinned and laughed, slightly flustered.
'Oh goodness no! Havent any time for flirting these days, never mind chicks, When I became a doctor, I really diddnt realise how busy I'd get, I'd be no good I'm sure, I'm too busy to have a family right now'
Pound suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the subject...
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 5:22 am
For some reason, the news both pleased her and made her a little nervous. She shifted slightly in the silence. "Well... Um..." Cotton tried to think of something to say to break the silence, but nothing came to mind. She repositioned some cotton strings on her wings, just to have something to do.
"So... Since we're here, I heard that a really neat fortune-telling witch lives in Happy Hour's flock. If we ask around a bit, we might find her." Cotton's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Of course, I don't really believe in witchcraft, but it might be fun. I can't remember her name, though..."
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