Slow me down
11-19-2016, 06:14 PM
Finch was far too busy narrowing her eyes at that stupid bird when his words interrupted her thoughts about yanking out her tail feathers. She turned back to him with an apologetic smile, her cheeks as red as fire as she followed him several paces off. Sticking in Tib's literal shadow, her tail flicked behind her in irritation, her golden leaf bouncing at her chest with each step. Honestly she loved that stupid finch, but sometimes she wondered if she could shove enough berries in her one day to just make her shut up. She was quiet the whole time they walked, her nose pointing down as she saw a small group of trees. Ducking into them, she sat down and rested her back against one of the skinny trees, her ears pressed flat against her head. He had asked about the whole advice thing, and she found that she couldn't meet his two-toned gaze. Shame filled her like too-cold water on an already chilly day, sloshing uncomfortably in her belly. Gazing at her paws, she batted a pine cone that rested by her left one, following its trail as it bounced away from her. She knew that she had to say something, it was better than staying silent. Letting out a small sigh, she peeked up at him with a rather bashful expression. "Um... maybe," she whispered. Was he mad that she went to someone to talk about him? Oh gods she hoped not, that would make matters worse! But he didn't seem to be angry, if anything he looked rather amused. Finch's brow rose as she fully looked up at him, her chin tipping upwards ever so slightly. "Not as bad as calling someone Mr. Finch's Dad," she added in a teasing tone, the corner of her lips twitching upwards slightly. Civetta didn't say away for long, landing on the tree that Finch was resting on. Lifting her nose into the sky she looked at the bird upside down from her current position. The songbird let out a small whistle, and Finch knew that she was sorry. It was just hard to keep her beak shut sometimes, she spoke without thinking. The wolf just smiled at her friend, letting her know that it was okay. That was something that they needed to work on, wasn't it? Glancing back down at Tiburtius, her head canted to the side ever so slightly as she inspected him. He was going to push further to see what she asked wasn't she? Honestly she expected it, her baby blue eyes squinted slightly in concern. "TIB SPEAKS" -- "FINCH SPEAKS" -- "CIVETTA SPEAKS" |
