A cool breeze blows through Ren, rustling his hair and billowing his robes. Orange and red leaves dance in the wind, gently swaying and releasing a calm, rich aroma of autumn in the surrounding air. Ichimokuren felt weightlessness as he glided through the overgrowth, each breath filling him with a calming, stream of cool rejuvenation. Tiny birds occasionally fluttered overhead, periodically swooping down to roost atop his horns and shoulders, tickling him with their feathers.
Though he was uncertain of where he should have been going off to, he found himself trailing after a large congregation of birds, following their path and allowing them to guide him through the nuances of the forest.
A chorus of chirping rang through the air and amidst the fold of his robes came the sound of a song bird’s call. It pokes it’s head out from where it nestled itself snuggly against his chest. It had apparently broken it’s wing and was unable to fly and Ren being the altruistic spirit he is gathered the little feathered creature in his hands without giving it a second thought. With a fond smile he glances down at the fledgling, stroking it’s head with the tip of his finger and cooing softly to it.
“Don’t be hasty now, a few more days and I’m sure you’ll be strong enough to join your friends.”
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