Hover for a bit on her black wings, Ayita peered about for a suitable perch. Well balanced and preferably one that didn't move overly much. A nice swaying branch in a storm was one thing, and the fact there was no storm meant she did not need to put up with such things. Spreading the wings to hover closer she landed on the Emma Frost's shoulder. She didn't seem like she was about to start bouncing about haphazardly. Giving a [i]"krok"[/i] for a raven's call, she shuffled her wings, preening every feather back into it's proper place. If she was one thing, it was vanity with her raven's form.

Twisting her head, she surveyed the others about her. Careful as to not tighten her talons to be a danger. Tilting her black head, she gave a croak. "Where? Go?" Sounding more like " 'Ere? Oh?" than what she was meaning to say. Curious as to what was going on, and where they were going. Twisting her head back she tugged at a stray feather, plucking the damaged plume from her wing. Turning back she croaked the question again. Flapping her wings, careful to not buffet the woman's head. Though she was not the largest of birds, Ayita well knew her wings were stronger than a solid punch. Strengthened by the near constant use in flight and stoops. Settling them along  her side, it was impossible not to see the pride she took of the ebony wings.

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