Stomp

Stomp grunts as they shift their dark colored wings, staring down at the scroll they're trying to write on, but it seems like any ideas has escaped their grasp for the moment. They groan and stand up from their desk. They wander over to the window they always have open during the day and sigh. They're not sure why they haven't had a single idea for new scrolls ever since they thought that moving away from the arcane flight was a good idea. And now this is what it had got them. They turned away from the window; it did them no good anyway. They sat back down at their desk and looked down at the scroll once more. Being an author in a clan settled in the Fishspine Reef was going to be harder than they thought.