PencilPavlova

Mulga | he/him | Harpy | Rainforest Bowyer It was getting dusky now, a golden glow of afternoon giving way to evening hung over outer Hyresh. Mulga beat his wings as he squinted against the low sun, trying to pick out Clay's house. He had been here before, of course, but finding it again was hard. Plains houses all looked the same, they didn't have as much character as Rainforest tree hutts. He had been travelling around inner Hyresh today looking for his lady friend, but to no avail. Apparently no one had seen her for a while, but that wasn't unusual. Most avus annoyed the old hen, and more still found her "brusque and unpleasant". Prince Ivy had given him a letter she had sent; his last correspondence. It wasn't very useful, just saying something about a "tunnel being a deadend" and "probably just a rabbit burrow." Which didn’t mean anything to Mulga, and more importantly didn't explain where she was. The old roo was trying, very very hard, not to worry. This wasn't unusual after