Volare

Well... a flower could, if it was from Finch. Even seeing the girl made Lillie cheerful. From Starling, it would make her thaw... but not unsulk herself. What he did do, though, did work. When the bigger and older boy jumped up, Lillie's eyes flew open, her head twitching to the side. Then, when Starling slipped a paw against her belly and pulled, the girl yelped and flailed. Breath would tickle her shoulder and she'd flail more, a whine of "Staaaaarrr," coming from her. Still, his plan worked: she was laughing, albeit only a little. "What are you doiiiinngggg?" More flailing as she was dragged backwards and all of sudden she was engulfed in what seemed like a giant brown furry hug with a muzzle nuzzling her neck and laughter coming somewhere above her. She wriggled in his grasp, though she only wriggled for a moment before leaning on him, laughing softly and shaking her head. "Okay, okay," she murmured, leaning up and twisting to look at him. A sad smile crossed her face. "I am sorry," she informed him, a small sigh at the end of the statement. "I was being childish. Feel free to smack me for that." Yep, she meant it too.

"Speech" "Italian"