Wings of a Feather...

She didn't even realize that she had been completely distracted from her task of finding Starling, not until his voice called out to her. Blinking slowly she lowered her head, her humming cutting off as he trotted into view. She smiled softly, stepping forward and nuzzling into his cheek. Finch breathed in his heady scent, coated by the smell of plants and dirt. "L-listen t-t-to t-the u-uccelli." she said, looking back up to the flowering trees. She used the Italian word for bird, even though she wasn't as far along as Starling was with the language she liked using it now and then. She understood far more than she spoke, having a very hard time focusing on it when there were others around. She only ever used it with her family, and never with anyone else. As she looked high up into the tree, the light of the sun caught the glimmer of her new necklace. The leaf pendant hung around her neck, the gold leaf looking like the skin had rotted away to leave the vein work underneath. She had yet to show Starling her new necklace, she had only had it for a little while.

"Speech"
"Civetta's speech"