Storm's A Brewin'

She curled tighter and tighter in on herself, trying to make herself disappear. It wasn't until a soft voice called out to her that her ears flickered on top of her head. Her head slowly lifted as ragged breaths left her mouth, pale blue eyes wide as she just stared. Was this smaller woman a ghost? No, no she wasn't dead. She could feel the cold pressing into her body, a huge shiver passing through her form. The woman had asked if she was okay, and with a sob she shook her head back and forth. The larger woman laid her head on her paws again, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. "I'm s-so lost." She whispered, her voice almost lost with the large gust of wind that blew her damp form. Finch shivered violently, teeth chattering together. Fear mixed with the cold winter wasn't the best combination. Finch was usually so afraid of strangers too, and refused to meet the other woman's gaze. But she wasn't too stupid to turn down help if it was offered, Finch had no idea where she was.. She just wanted Starling, or Lark. They would know what to do! Her dad, mom, Shrike, Sparrow! Finch just wanted her family.

"Speech"
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