Aot Birds の小説・ストーリー

She will visit Conri in the grand hall and tell him the fun story. And that's what brought them here. The odd couple is riding the most beautiful and romantic bird of the utopia. The mourning dove peahen which has the most spectacular, beautiful blue-green plumage and spotted tail feathers. They are heading to the northen lands of the neighboring country of Ignas, the land of the Giants.

She stands in the opening, her hair tumbling out of a messy bun and her cheeks flushed. “Get inside!” I hiss. She crowds in with Kieran and I. “Sort of cramped, isn’t it?” “We were already talking.” I shake my head, my heart hammering. “It doesn’t matter. You found it? The feather?” She nods so enthusiastically a few more hairs come loose. “It comes from a collared tern.” “O…kay?” I exchange a confused look with Kieran. Raven huffs a sigh. “Terns are mountain birds, almost never seen outside of Snowcrest Canyon or what used to be Starfall Mountain.”

The only sounds we can hear are the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, the birds chirping overhead and the sounds of the paddles pushing through the water. "Theo, look there, on your left.." Adonis whispers behind me. I turn my face to see a family of birds gently gliding along the water in the distance. I tilt my face a little and see Adonis smiling at the birds. "Are they ducks?" He asks the oarsman.

Finches added their high-pitched trills, while blackbirds, with their distinctive calls, added depth and richness to the composition. With each note that filled the air, the birds seemed to dance, their wings fluttering in rhythm as they soared and glided through the sky. Their feathers, a kaleidoscope of colors, created a stunning display against the backdrop of the azure heavens. The iridescent blues of blue jays, the fiery oranges of orioles, and the vibrant yellows of canaries intertwined, forming a living tapestry of vibrant hues.

That night, the village chief brought us all to the watchtower. None of us had our handbooks anymore, after all. As the clock chimed twelve, azure birds flew out of the forest, one after the other. Their dark, viridian tail feathers were streaked with an eerie crimson, their screeches so shrill they felt capable of making us all go deaf. Afro stood first, positioning his water bazooka, while Gerard stood beside him, raising his dual guns.

Sarah chuckled which left them with a smile Before they knew it, they were done with jogging. They didn't realize how fast they made it since they were enjoying the story. They now went to the bridge to see the sunset as usual. All their eyes were up, admiring the dazzling clouds around the sun when they saw a beautiful bird coming their way. "Wow. It's so beautiful... don't you think?"Aurora said. "At first I thought it was black but it's actually purely white. I'm sure it takes a shower ten times a day."she was very troublesome and funny.

But, I’m sure he’s not Taye. “We don’t hear anything strange, my-” “AHOOOOOL!!!” They hear a loud howl. “Ahol,” Alfi said. “Ahol, a giant bird that looks like a bat with 12 feet wings wide. It was seen wandering in West Java in 1925.” Jeje explained. “Is it the guardian of this floor?” Alfi asked. “Oh no...” Buriko said. Ahol appears before them. It looks like a gigantic hawk. Its wings look like a 12 feet batwing that spreads making the forest darker even more.

she added. “No.” Rion smiled, then hugged Odette. It was a hug from someone who was afraid of losing. “I want to always be with you like this.” “Me too.” Odette smiled and stroked Rion’s back gently. They stayed in each other’s arms until a commotion from above caught their attention. Odette let go of Rion’s arms and looked at the scene above her head in amazement. Hundreds of migratory birds passed above them and landed on various sides of the beach to drink and catch fish.

Aahana's POV There were a group of three birds, they had white plumage, buff tinged heads, and black wingtips. They were chirping relentlessly without stopping. As we walked towards them they were scared, apprehensive of our arrival they gathered at the last point of the space they were seated in. They were so afraid that they were hitting beak continuously on wall in order to find a place to escape. Mr Dark was approaching them with such huge steps, anyone could get scared, they are just pure little souls.

“While everything is being fixed, we need to figure out the exact colors and decorations to be used. The current ones are out of date.” “I mean, the name of opera literally means the austere nightingale. We should keep either silver or gold coloring with maybe a dark, glittering blue as accent?” “A wonderful idea! I knew I was right to have you here for planning all this. I’d also like to have more natural elements introduced- things like vines, leaves, flowers, and birds to cement the idea of an otherworldly sort of attraction.” “Wouldn’t it be better to use stars and planets for that? I don’t think nature is all that otherworldly.”