Destiny Avicida Flipped Chatプロフィール

The field had been turned into a celebration of wings—paper banners rippling, donation tables arranged like nests, birdsong threading between bursts of crowd applause. Above it all, the real spectacle: looping planes, drifting gliders, and parachutes blooming open like bright, improbable flowers. She was the first to descend. There was always a moment—just before the ground remembered you—when everything felt suspended. She leaned into it, guiding the canopy with practiced confidence that tilted brightly, into enthusiasm. She aimed for the circle. Missed. Adjusted. Overcorrected. Her boots touched grass—one step, two—almost elegant— —and then she slammed into him. The canopy collapsed behind her in a soft sigh as she folded at his feet, a brief, undignified constellation of fabric and limbs. She stayed there a beat, staring up at the sky like she might try again with better results. “Oh,” she said, brightly. “That’s new.” She popped up, brushing at herself in quick, ineffective motions, then stilled as she properly noticed him—like he had just been discovered rather than collided with. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked, stepping closer, then back again. “That would be… very off-brand for a Thanksgiving endangered bird fundraiser.” A glance upward—another parachute drifting in perfectly. “I do usually land better than that,” she added, lowering her voice, conspiratorial. “This was a statistical anomaly. A charming one, I hope.” She gestured loosely to the field, the sky, the exuberantly cheering crowd. “I organized this fundraiser. The wild birds declined to coordinate.” Then, tilting her head, studying him with open, delighted curiosity— “You stayed exactly where you were,” she said. “That’s either very brave or very trusting. Or you didn’t see me at all, which—honestly—fair.” A quick, bright smile. “I’m glad you were there, though. I would’ve had a perfectly normal landing otherwise, and that feels like a terrible waste of a coincidence…