sing for me little birdie
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Starling was sprawled near the opening of their large den, bathing in the warm spring sun. He was tired from his racing around the lands, excited about the beauty of spring and the new flowers. It was not something he had ever seen in his young life, but then again, all he had seen before this was snow. It was in this warm weather that he seemed to thrive, laying among his scavenged plants. Most couldn't be used for anything but decoration, but he was sure there was something...one or two plants that could have some use. He was sure, at least. In some way. With a gentle sigh he opened his eyes, and it seemed to be at the most opportune moments. Deep blue blinked slightly as his skull lifted from his relaxed position as he watched the woman, a stranger, wander close to their den before running away again. Well, not running, but she did move away. With a tilt of his head he slowly stood, stretching slowly and yawning. This woman was a stranger, but she seemed almost familiare too. The markings along her nose and eyes mirrored his, and it had been proven to him time and time again that that meant family. Was this yet another aunt he had never known? Taking a deep breath, he caught he scent of flowers, and he grinned brightly. A woman with markings like his that liked plants? Oh, this must be fate. With a silent laugh he leapt out of the den and padded behind her. This could easily be the most easy kidnapping if she had any malicious intent. But he was certain that she didn't. Well, no, he wasn't entirely certain. But young Starling certainly had a lot of faith in the world, and say the world through rose colored glasses. He felt a lot of nerves in his young life, and a lot of self doubt, but that battled with his determination and faith. "You have flowers" He called as he ran behind her, grinning brightly. "N..no one else...seems to like flowers." He was suddenly overcome with his anxiety, and he wondered why he had left the den to begin with. Was it just the plants? Or the thought that she was somehow related to him? Shrinking towards the grass he took a hesitant step back. "Your nose...it....it looks like mine. " He whispered then. "Burn Baby Burn" |
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He lowered his head as the brightest blue eyes looked up at this stranger woman. There really was no denying that she had to have some connection to himself, though, she seemed just too familiar. In some way, at least. And Starling didn't meet very many strangers, just wolves he never met that turned out to be Aunties. With a small swish of his tail his eyes shifted to look at the herbs she shuffled through before acknowledging him. Did she know the elusive secret? She must! Unless, she had an obsession with nature aswell, but Starling tended to collect the pretty, not everything. His question stilled on his tongue when he felt her nudge him, shuffling a bit to the side to avoid falling over or stumbling. When she gave him the answer of why and how they were so similar he couldn't help but grin. "I knew it!" He said excitedly, his voice still wavering with his shyness but growing louder in volume as he grew comfortable around her. She was an aunt, it seemed, another sibling on his father's side. He wondered, briefly, if he'd meet many on his mother's, but more questions continued to bubble up. But he waited, remembering his manners. "My name is Starling..." He said timidly, dipping his head to her with a gentle smile. "Yours?" He asked softly, his eyes shifting again towards the pile of herbs she had collected. "Wh-what are all those for?" The question couldn't stay in any longer. He was intrigued! Maybe this woman could teach him what they all meant, what he was missing. There was a reason he was so interested, he knew they had to have their use...just like everything else! There had to be something, he just didn't know what. "Burn Baby Burn" |
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