[ Hawks has been hanging out in the temple a bit for want of something better to do. He doesn't mind the weather, but the pollen sticks to his feathers and he'd rather not become a walking (or flying) allergy attack for anyone else.
He has his own brightly coloured clothes in green and yellow that clash with his red wings. But any port in a storm, right?
He follows the scent of baking to the kitchens and lingers in the doorway. ]
Oh, man, I hope you made enough to share of whatever smells so nice.
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He has his own brightly coloured clothes in green and yellow that clash with his red wings. But any port in a storm, right?
He follows the scent of baking to the kitchens and lingers in the doorway. ]
Oh, man, I hope you made enough to share of whatever smells so nice.