Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

.:.Flying On Golden Wings.:.
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The bird wheeled high above the ground, his form like a ghost moving through the fog that hung over the early morning landscape. Etu was his name, and he was named well. His personality was much like his name; straightforward but with a bit of flair. Sometimes the hawk could be rather sarcastic, but only sometimes- he was but a teenager, after all. His golden eyes scanned the ground, poking through the fog he saw the treetops and below that he knew, lay the river, snaking through the forest before traveling into the lands beyond.

Etu spiraled downward, piercing through the fog like some kind of feathered projectile, fanning out his wings at the last moment to catch the wind, allowing him to alight on a branch. He clacked his beak softly, hopping the length of the branch towards the rather large oak, seeing if there were any beetles or worms or any other assorted bugs who wanted to pay his stomach a visit. There were none. He sighed and began to preen as the sun rose, and slowly but surely the fog began to evaporate. Birds began to chirp in the distance and a soft breeze ruffled Etu's feathers. It would be a nice day.

((Ataraxia))

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