Hurricane the Seawing|open for interaction
Hurricane hums softly, flying over the beach of the Seawing Kingdom, searching for the perfect seashells for his next flower crown. They usually only last a few days, but this time he had an idea. He could string a bunch of shells and flowers together, and then replace the flowers as they slowly die out. He had collected about 4 fairly large ones, and now needs a few smaller ones. He breathes in the fresh ocean air, landing down onto a rocky shore.
He searches through all of the rocks, managing to find a couple small shells. He drops them into the bag he’d make-shifted out of skin from a bison when he traveled through the Ice Kingdom. He highly disliked that place, though it is tolerable. Most of the Icewings there seemed oddly rude to him. Maybe that’s just because he’s different from anyone else. He really wouldn’t have it any other way, though.
Hurricane sighs in defeat, taking off once more, heading towards the Rainforest where the most exquisite flowers exist. He loves picking his most beautiful flowers from there. It is a rainforest, after all.
Hurricane hums softly, flying over the beach of the Seawing Kingdom, searching for the perfect seashells for his next flower crown. They usually only last a few days, but this time he had an idea. He could string a bunch of shells and flowers together, and then replace the flowers as they slowly die out. He had collected about 4 fairly large ones, and now needs a few smaller ones. He breathes in the fresh ocean air, landing down onto a rocky shore.
He searches through all of the rocks, managing to find a couple small shells. He drops them into the bag he’d make-shifted out of skin from a bison when he traveled through the Ice Kingdom. He highly disliked that place, though it is tolerable. Most of the Icewings there seemed oddly rude to him. Maybe that’s just because he’s different from anyone else. He really wouldn’t have it any other way, though.
Hurricane sighs in defeat, taking off once more, heading towards the Rainforest where the most exquisite flowers exist. He loves picking his most beautiful flowers from there. It is a rainforest, after all.