sign of the times

As Carlys went to open her beak to retort, the pair were interrupted by a rude voice booming across the length of the forest, both her head and Car’s snapping to see a dark looming figure, about her size and build who was perhaps slightly older than her. She opened her maw to speak, but her friend beat her too it. “Because I’m her friend, that’s why.” The response was rude back and Rhaegara let out a sigh; it was difficult to remember that her friend had not been raised as she had, and that she tended to attack situations with retorts rather than logic.

It was another way that both Rhae and Car fell into perfect compliment. “Forget her and her rudeness please. She’s behaves abhorrently when she knows she’s in trouble.” She said as her glare hardened back on Carlys. “This is Carlys, my friend and companion from the ancients.” She explained, keeping her own name to herself as the bird landed on her back, sitting there with her head turned.

She loved her friend dearly, but she could be a brat sometimes, and irresponsible at other times. “And who are you?” Her words were polite but clipped, eyes intently gazing at the rude figure in front of them.