A fool told me clarity beats serenity

A soft twitter would follow her as she moved through the trees, curious and watching as it hopped from branch to branch. He wondered where she was going, not that he really cared. That wasn't his problem. So with a high pitched whistle he spread his wings and soared overhead, flapping once, twice as he floated after her. Without a sound, without so much as a warning, he would carefully flutter down to land on the broadness of her back. Target captured! The second his toes would (carefully) grab onto her (if she hadn't moved, of course) he'd turn his head and call loudly into the quietness around him.

Nothing but silence filled the air, but if one looked carefully into the distance, they might be able to see a pair of bright, slate blue eyes. He stood there like a waiting storm, his deep greys hiding him in the shadows around. Only the light grey wisps could be seen...and his eyes. He had followed his bird after he gave Pest the mission of finding her, but he hadn't expected the dumb thing to land on her and squawk to the heavens for him. It was meant to be stealth! But oh well. None of the mattered now that he saw her, now that he looked at her from the distance. He was just glad to finally be in her presence again. He had spent a good deal of time with his travelling sister, helping her move through the territories and keeping her company. He, too, needed the company, and he had sent several messages with Pest to his friend. But eh, he couldn't trust the bird much farther than he could throw them. Which...was pretty far. Perhaps that was a bad analogy.

With a gentle smile upon his stormy face he moved through the darkness of the shadows, trotting towards her through the trees. "You don't look too happy." He observed, tilting his head to her. "What's the matter?"


"Burn Baby Burn"