Monday, August 29, 2011

Entry #20

*The predominant sound, as the woman begins the recording, is that of the large wings of a Peko Peko pushing through a strong wind. They're moving fast, and you can hear the sounds of fabric whipping and flapping in the breeze. When she finally speaks, she's shouting so that she can be heard over the noise*

   Isn't this incredible! Listen to that sound! It's even better in person..  No words I can use right now can describe how I've missed this!

*The Peko Peko skwauks, and gleefully repeats*

   In-karking-credible! Skraa!

*The woman responds with a hearty roar of laughter, that comes out her her small body in the form of a wild cackle.*

   Good girl, Jewels! Ha-HA! The wind in my face, my feet kilometers off the ground, and and all the dirty words I wanna hear! I don't care what Honest John says, I say heaven's gotta be something like this! HAAUH!!

   And here I thought... I'd never see 'er again. Laugh at me, go ahead, but this bird's more of a buddy to me than most "sentients".

   Augk! Bet yer blue ass!!

   Bet it all day long! Thankyou again Fathuran, though I know you can't hear me all the way the fr...   way up here. *She stows the recorder in a pocket with a beeping device.* I'll be back..

*END*

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