Fishing for Finches

She was laying in her den, looking up at the roof. She was too scared to sleep, even though she was getting better the nightmares still plagued her. Finch was just looking up and slowly blinking, trying to focus on roots that were poking through the surface of the den. Her vision was no longer tinted with colour, but there were times where her head still hurt if she moved too quickly. When the voice of her sister called out, she rolled over slowly, trying not to give herself a headache as she pulled herself to her paws. Sparrow had not poked her head in, just called her from outside. Padding to the mouth of the den, she turned her head to look at her brown and white sister, offering her a small smile. "Yeah, I d-don't get too much sleep t-these days," she said softly, her stutter nearly gone now. Finch moved to sit at her sisters side, leaning gently against her fluffy form. "How h-have things been on t-the outside?" she asked with a small giggle. It had been awhile since she had been outside of her den, partly because she was recovering, but mostly because she was more afraid than ever now. The shadows still moved at times to try and grab her, and she felt like she was constantly being watched. Civetta had tried to drag her out a few times, but she didn't make it too far from the mouth of the den before she backed up into it again. Shivering slightly, she leaned more heavily against Sparrow. She was glad that her sister had come to see her, it had been awhile since they had spoken.

"SPEAK" "SPEAK ITALIAN" "CIVETTA SPEAKS"