Some people won't sail the sea, cause they're safer on land
04-22-2019, 08:48 AM
Her paws ached, and she wanted to grumble and groan, throw her head back, and wail and whimper away at the sky like it would do anything. But Dianthus kept her head low, merely walking along, lost in her own head. Her tail draped her hinds, as she nosed the dirt, trying to catch scent of...something.
A twitter and tweeting commotion made her lift her red scarfed neck to face Marlowe. The starling landed on her head, all a titter over something. She chuckled. "Marlowe. Did something ruffle your feathers." A commotion of sounds made her laugh a little, pausing in her walk to watch the little bird as he hopped from her head onto her muzzle to look her in the eyes, still tweeting in an upset manner. She rolled her eyes at the bird. The starling huffed himself, hopping back up onto her head to grumble about whatever it was little birds grumbled about. Dianthus didn't know exactly. Maybe someone stole his birdseed.
"Did you find anything?" A two note whistle made her sigh as she picked her way through the defunct orchard. She knew that meant something along the lines of no. She thought. Marlowe hadn't been with her long. Her face screwed up in concentration as she thought back to when the little bird had joined her, before giving up with a deep sigh. She had nothing. It was better just to go back to plodding along. Her head drooped, her feet dragged, and she wandered on.
DIANTHUS
Some people long for a life that is simple and planned, tied with a ribbon
Dianthus has a superb starling companion named Marlowe. If not mentioned, assume hes somewhere nearby