Honestly, Rosie. You think other people will be out here at this time of night? A Windgill Paragon wondered to herself as she looked around the caverns, carefully plodding along. It had been the longest time since she had even left her home; in fact, the only time she had left her home was when she moved in from one pen to Fire's Arena. She'd finally managed to get out of the Arena; after all, Angela had been gone for the longest time, and still hadn't returned.
Something about finding her man... I wish I was as lucky as her.
She held her wings close to her body as she walked into one of the tunnels. Don't be ridiculous, Rosie. I'm sure the right one is out there... he just hasn't found us yet, if at all. She thought to herself. But I cannot help but wonder... is Angela always going to be luckier than I, just as she is always lucker than her sister, Aila? I hope not. At least I have my final form; poor Aila's trapped in Slynx form. She added to her thoughts, looking around.
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[[Open to two others at most. I'd really like it if a couple other Paragon could join in, please~]]