(mind if I say the old lady is the teams seamstress? and if that's alright I'll be her.)


"I am going out on patrol." Kirin said. "contact me if anything comes up." He heads to the roof. Once on the roof he stretches his wings. The wind ruffles the feathers. With one might flap of his wings he takes off. His hazel eyes sparkle as he soars higher. Soon he levels off and starts keeping a sharp eye out on whom might need his help.