[The concert begins without a hitch-unfortunately, fortunately, really who knows. She herself had hoped that the combination of people slipping in to handle things before it started, not to mention Certain Notes, would have cut things short but...well. The crowd is roaring, and proceedings have already begun.
But Carly is nothing if not determined-shifting into her hummingbird form, she darts above the entrance to the stadium quickly, swooping down behind each guard she can find and leaving a small, dull, violet flame.... ...and 'Pulling'. Pulling on energy, letting it fuel her, and fuel the fires, until one by one the flames are extingusted as the guards themselves drop to the ground.
The bird is still a bird-white and gold, albeit tricky to spot in the dark, what with being a hummingbird the size of a small grapefruit.] Ok! It's clear, go!
[FLIGHT OF THE HUMBURB]
[It isn't long, before all of her efforts are...Forgotten. Left to the dust, the wind....Determined...
Pointless. The music sounds out, and Carly finds herself first thinking, What a beautiful, wonderful voice... ...She doesn't shift back into her human state, however-she merely flies, first through the entrance of the stadium, and then up above the crowds, just high enough to see. And then there she is. CY-Ren-the songstress, the beautiful, wonderful...
She hovers, and practically sways-her flight slower than one would expect of a hummingbird, yet quick enough that she flits and darts bit by bit forward, a dreamy chirp escaping occasionally. Maybe she'll let her sit with her? Just on her shoulder, just for...a little bit....
...Those who recognize the hummingbird may wish to...Catch it.]
CARLY | come git her-
[The concert begins without a hitch-unfortunately, fortunately, really who knows. She herself had hoped that the combination of people slipping in to handle things before it started, not to mention Certain Notes, would have cut things short but...well. The crowd is roaring, and proceedings have already begun.
But Carly is nothing if not determined-shifting into her hummingbird form, she darts above the entrance to the stadium quickly, swooping down behind each guard she can find and leaving a small, dull, violet flame.... ...and 'Pulling'. Pulling on energy, letting it fuel her, and fuel the fires, until one by one the flames are extingusted as the guards themselves drop to the ground.
The bird is still a bird-white and gold, albeit tricky to spot in the dark, what with being a hummingbird the size of a small grapefruit.] Ok! It's clear, go!
[FLIGHT OF THE HUMBURB]
[It isn't long, before all of her efforts are...Forgotten. Left to the dust, the wind....Determined...
Pointless. The music sounds out, and Carly finds herself first thinking, What a beautiful, wonderful voice... ...She doesn't shift back into her human state, however-she merely flies, first through the entrance of the stadium, and then up above the crowds, just high enough to see. And then there she is. CY-Ren-the songstress, the beautiful, wonderful...
She hovers, and practically sways-her flight slower than one would expect of a hummingbird, yet quick enough that she flits and darts bit by bit forward, a dreamy chirp escaping occasionally. Maybe she'll let her sit with her? Just on her shoulder, just for...a little bit....
...Those who recognize the hummingbird may wish to...Catch it.]