[Temari's found a nice sturdy tree branch to crouch on for the time being. She can't help but run her fingers over feathers, marveling a bit over sore wings and shoulders because. Well. Wings. She drops her hand at the call over the journal -- and because she hears the voice, dimly, off to her right.]
Over here.
[And with that, she closes the journal, drops out of the tree, and lands easily. Bright leaf green wings and all.]</small.
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Over here.
[And with that, she closes the journal, drops out of the tree, and lands easily. Bright leaf green wings and all.]</small.