<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/qCOklgf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Robin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the door<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Improving the living situation<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Calcifer, Mirabelle, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Apparently Calcifer's black wings were of considerable interest to the young Murkrow, as she reached out towards them for moment before the door banged open and she hid from the loud noises in the safety of her mother(?)'s embrace again.<br/><br/>"Well, it's still an improvement over downstairs," the older individual said, peering around the room and giving the fire a long look to make sure it wasn't in immediate danger of spreading. Carefully, making sure to keep a firm grip on her daughter, Robin approached the snapped glasses, considering the feathers left in the wall.<br/><br/>"Considering the state the door was in, I don't think whoever did this left," she said quietly. "Unless they could teleport or were a ghost or something, I guess."<br/>She didn't seem to be too on edge, but that hardly meant that she was calm at the moment. This whole situation was seeming increasingly off and, well, it was fairly obvious that she had something to protect.