Wings of a Feather...

Huh, Lillie gave it to her. Something about that didnt sit right. He felt a cold wave of jealousy slip through him, jealous of Lillianna. He should have been the one to give Finch a pretty necklace! With a slight quirk of his lips he'd try to smile, glad his shy sister had made a friend, but that small immature part of him continued to fester just so. All of a sudden, in the middle of Finch's question, a soft thump intereupted her. Ears perked, but Finch was the first to see it and reavct. He'd quickly spin at her wail, blue eyes so wide as he reguarded the bird, and for a moment he paniced…inside, at least. He didnt know how to heal a bird! Was it different from healing a wolf?? Could he get a bird to chew?! Quickly he rushed to his sisters side and looked down at the bird before carefully leaning down to nudge it. Please dont be dead! He wasnt sure if he could explain that to his sister, that he couldnt heal the bird…. He'd swallow slightly, hoping for some reaction from the fallen…was that a finch? Huh, how morbid was that? A crying finch at his shoulder and a possibly dead one at his paws. This almost seemed to come straight out of a children's terrible story. His mind was so busy with panic and odd thoughts that he barely noticed the nervous, sad twitter from above.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"