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Call of the Wind [MESSENGER TRAINING]



Finch I

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
182
player
Evelyn

Famous
10-02-2015, 10:38 AM



The girl was really quite terrible at training. Like... really terrible. She was very shy and didn't even know why she was training for this stupid rank, but she had to do something. She didn't like plants like Sparrow or Starlings, and didn't like to fight like Shrike or Lark. She was an awful hunter, and just really felt like she didn't belong anywhere. She sighed as she hesitated, before finally, finally picking herself up and heading towards the call of Lillie. Finch was glad that her friend had got a promotion, she worked really hard at her rank -- unlike herself. Ears flicked back towards her head, feeling the very miniscule weight of Civetta settle on her head. "Why so glum little miss fluffy?" The bird asked, her head tilting to the side as she looked down at her friend. Finch offered a weak smile, and shook her head so that the bird had to relocate between her shoulders. "I j-just feel like I d-don't b-belong." She whispered, her stutter slowly fading away as she had began to speak more and more since coming home from her travels. Civetta had helped as well, as she was healing she asked the girl many questions about the life of a wolf. She had been happy to tell the healing bird all sorts of stories, and through it and her travels with Starling, her voice was slowly starting to return to normal.

Carefully picking her way towards Lillie, she froze when she saw a fox standing there talking to her friend. Her blue eyes grew wide as she stared at him, before quickly ducking behind the shorter girl who had called the meeting. Ever so slowly her head moved to the side, the owl finch hopping from Finch to Lillie, completely unfazed by her friends reaction. "Are you Lillie? Finch has told me all about you! She said that you are the furry beast who gave her her pretty leaf necklace." Civetta chirped, her soft voice sweet and singsong. She too eyed the fox with her beady black eyes, but just ruffled her feathers as she stood on Lillianna's head.

"SPEAK"
"CIVETTA SPEAK"