Chuychu had just finished tending to yet another patient with a mild case of Abyssal Corrosion Syndrome. Walking about the raised platforms that the Flower-Feather Clan was built on, she mumbled to herself.

Naturally, many people were out today - children playing with each other, qucusaur riders soaring in the skies with their companions, while others just chatted - it was a nice day.

Chuychu sighed, resting on one of the railings on a higher up platform.