Fishing for Finches

Her sister spoke of going to get water if she felt strong enough, and Finch inhaled a quick breath. She didn't want to say no, Sparrow seemed to excited that she was getting better. So she was really thankful when she said that they could do it later. Nodding her head, a small smile touched her lips. "I w-would love that," came her soft reply, leaning over to nuzzle her sisters shoulder. She was so thankful that she had a family that cared for her so much, they had all been around to check on her and make sure that she was faring well. Some of them had taken their time, but she didn't blame them. In the early days she had pretty much just slept, whined, and barfed. She wouldn't want to visit her either. Sparrow nuzzled into her after her kiss was given, and Finch hummed softly. Her throat almost closed up, it had been so long since she had sang, not since Lark had asked her to. Blinking back the sadness that was threatening to build, she cleared her throat and focused on her siblings words. Slowly she nodded along with them, a drawn out sigh pushing out of her lungs. It wasn't her fault, it was just the situation as a whole. She wished it was that easy to believe that, she still felt guilty for wandering off on her own that day. That is when it had all started, and she was just trying to be brave.

When she mentioned fighting, it seemed to bring a lot of ideas forth from Sparrow's mind. She giggled softly, listen to her go on and on about it. Usually she found her sister a little... too much for her to handle. She was calmer at the moment, but the rambling reminded her of how she usually acted. But instead of shying away from it like she usually did, she embraced it. It reminded her of more... normal things. It was nice, to feel normal for even just a moment. She had to agree with Sparrow though, she didn't get wolves that loved to fight, that lived for it. It was such a strange concept to her, to want to hurt others that badly. She shivered at the thought, head shaking back and forth slightly. Finch's ears perked up when she mentioned telling their father about wanting to fight, shock clear in her pale blue eyes. "W-what did he s-say to that?" she asked, dying to know how Bass had reacted. Her smile grew warmer when Sparrow mentioned them play fighting when they were pups. It always took a little convincing to get Finch to join in, but she remembered how much fun they had had. How much more simple that part of her life had been... now there were a lot bigger things on her frail shoulders. "As soon a-as I get better, l-let's do i-it! Two s-sisters against the world." She said with a chuckle.

But things took a heavier turn. She knew what Sparrow wanted to ask, and Finch dreaded talking about it. As soon it was all out, the young woman's head hung. She fell silent for a long, long time, eyes closing tightly shut. "E 'così d-difficile pensare a q-questo proposito ..." she whispered, as she finally brought her head up. Unable to look at her sister, she took a deep breath as her eyes opened and fixated on the horizon. "Ma questo è quello che è successo. Ho lasciato le terre del pacchetto per andare a esplorare, ho voluto, non so ... dimostrare che ero coraggioso immagino. Ma poi una grande tempesta laminati in, e mi sono perso. Ho sempre cercato di trovare la mia strada di casa, ma credo che ho appena ricevuto io stesso più perso. Io rannicchiata in una palla e appena pianto ... e questo è quando mi ha trovato." Finch didn't stutter at all as she retold the story. Even though her stutter had been fading away slowly, it would seem that she was so transfixed on the past that her body forgot all about it. The Italian made it easier too, the words flowed better from her maw. "Il suo nome, quello che era il suo nome. Maggie, penso. Lei mi ha trovato, e mi condusse in una tana per stare al caldo fino a quando soffiava passata la tempesta. Io ... io non posso esattamente mettere la sua faccia, ma so che aveva macchie su di lei. E un uccello chiamato Wolf. Ma quando la tempesta si schiarì ha promesso di portare a casa. Ho avuto il raffreddore, e aveva un enorme attacco starnuto. Ha detto che era un guaritore e mi ha dato qualcosa che avrebbe dovuto farmi sentire meglio. E poi ... i tunnel. Il buio. Io ... la sua difficile ricordare questa parte. E 'tutto così buio, così spaventoso. Non vedevo più il lupo o l'uccello, entrambi trasformati in questi ... mostri." She shuttered, eyes snapping closed tightly. Fear pulsed off her form as she remembered, or at least tried to. "C'erano i denti ovunque. Non so se era Gazza che aveva po 'nella mia spalla, ma c'era una risata, e il dolore. Tutto è andato nero dopo." Her maw snapped shut tightly, her body shivering. She couldn't say anything else, that was it. That was everything. Feeling like her throat was closing up, she swallowed hard, realizing for the first time that she had started to cry.

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