Drisk awoke from his troubled sleep, the images of himself from the dream still lingering in his mind like a specter. He did not let out any hint of what his sleep had been like, nor did he offer any explanation for the mumbling he did in his sleep. In fact, he didn't really say anything during his first few moments of wakefullness, for he wasn't what most people would call a "morning person". Though if acting bitter and slightly morose was what made him not a "morning person", then Drisk would also have to be called not a "noon person" or an "afternoon person". Bitter and morose was Drisk's usual attitude, and it didn't change much with the time of day.
It didn't seem like anyone was awake yet (this is assuming that Keladry went back to sleep), and ran outside of the hut. As quietly as possible, he snuck deeper into the forest, trying his best to not step on twigs or dried leaves. Once he thought that he was far enough, he changed into his agile form, feeling the line of feathers on his arms and legs come out of his skin and the wave go over his hair, turning it blue. With the transformation complete, he gracefully climbed up a tree and started to jump from tree to tree, doing flips and other such things from the branches. He needed some practice with his agile form, he'd noticed that earlier when he was in the form he hadn't been nearly as fast as he'd been before, and that was because he was out of practice. Drisk's only fear was that someone from the group would walk into the woods and see him in his agile form.
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