Junkyard rain was nothing like this, but to feel the droplets of water pelting his face again puts him in a wistful mood. Despite everything, he does have some fond memories of the place... especially considering how quiet the Convoy is in comparison to Muladhara after everyone slowly awoke to their emotions.
But his wings unfortunately aren't waterproof, so once the bad weather fades the fire is a welcome source of heat to help dry his feathers. When Serph quietly slips into an empty spot by Heat's fire, he folds his wings forward to dry his pinions, the angle completely unnatural.
To Serph, this kind of peaceful quiet is the sort of thing they would have even more of in Nirvana. If the others were here, there would be undoubtedly even more chatter and laughter. He doesn't have anything to say, content to absorb the atmosphere.
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Junkyard rain was nothing like this, but to feel the droplets of water pelting his face again puts him in a wistful mood. Despite everything, he does have some fond memories of the place... especially considering how quiet the Convoy is in comparison to Muladhara after everyone slowly awoke to their emotions.
But his wings unfortunately aren't waterproof, so once the bad weather fades the fire is a welcome source of heat to help dry his feathers. When Serph quietly slips into an empty spot by Heat's fire, he folds his wings forward to dry his pinions, the angle completely unnatural.
To Serph, this kind of peaceful quiet is the sort of thing they would have even more of in Nirvana. If the others were here, there would be undoubtedly even more chatter and laughter. He doesn't have anything to say, content to absorb the atmosphere.