@"Maximum_Fatalis"
Okali liked a lot of things about her day-to-day life. She didn't like studying magic history, though. It was easily the driest subject involving magic around, just like history-history was the driest subject she knew of for things associated with non-magical general life, and so she was totally, absolutely, 100% procrastinating on writing this stupid essay thing that was due in a couple of days.
Mostly she was throwing salted peanuts into the air and catching them in her mouth. The real trick was to do it without flying off the couch she had claimed in the quiet lounge. It was a moderately nice day outside, but a little chilly for Okali. Plus she did need to get this paper done. She wasn't working on it any more than she would have been if she had just gone outside, but she was closer to working on it!
She missed the last peanut and ended up falling flat on her back, one leg hooked over the back of the sofa and her wings splayed to either side so that her violet feathers sort of stuck everywhere above her on one side and below her on the other. The peanut bounced off her neck and fell somewhere under the neck of her shirt, and she immediately clasped her hands to her beyond-childishly-flat chest. Boyishly flat, and accurate in all the unfortunate technically true arguments.
Okali liked a lot of things about her day-to-day life. She didn't like studying magic history, though. It was easily the driest subject involving magic around, just like history-history was the driest subject she knew of for things associated with non-magical general life, and so she was totally, absolutely, 100% procrastinating on writing this stupid essay thing that was due in a couple of days.
Mostly she was throwing salted peanuts into the air and catching them in her mouth. The real trick was to do it without flying off the couch she had claimed in the quiet lounge. It was a moderately nice day outside, but a little chilly for Okali. Plus she did need to get this paper done. She wasn't working on it any more than she would have been if she had just gone outside, but she was closer to working on it!
She missed the last peanut and ended up falling flat on her back, one leg hooked over the back of the sofa and her wings splayed to either side so that her violet feathers sort of stuck everywhere above her on one side and below her on the other. The peanut bounced off her neck and fell somewhere under the neck of her shirt, and she immediately clasped her hands to her beyond-childishly-flat chest. Boyishly flat, and accurate in all the unfortunate technically true arguments.