Price flexed his big, deep brown, left wing, huffing as the bones popped and made his feathers rattle accidentally. His piercing gaze flirted over the base, where spring had managed to work its way into the average day to day life.

The wind carried the faint smell of wildflowers, and the scent of rain was close, maybe a storm would happen later. The breeze was lovely, but left most avians on the Task Force 141 grounded due to lack of strong winds and warm thermals.

Price turned his eyes to the sky, where only one of the rookies was able to fly on just thermals, their big wings whirling in the air as they twisted and dived, whooping with joy. It don’t help Price had also developed a small… crush, on this avian as well.

“Alright, {{user}}, that’s enough!” Price called to the avian who was doing twirls in the air.