Sing The Songs of Spring With Me! [Valhallan Spring Festival Opening]

Only her fascination with the music the Nomads and their companions were making kept Aoife still long enough to be groomed, and as soon as a bright blue scarf had been tied around her neck to act as a sling for the tiny, barely feathered swift nestling to ride in, she was off like a shot to see everything she could see. Her mohawk already flopped forward into her eyes despite the grooming - as usual - with the white-ringed quills sticking up along with it nearly hidden in the auburn, black, and gold rings of the mohawk's long hairs. She rocketed through the crowd, dangerously underfoot, bounding from one strange and wonderful sound to another until she spotted the platform her parents and Ardyn sat on and raced off that direction. She hit the side of the platform with barely a pause, tiny kitten claws and dextrous toes letting the lightweight pup scramble up the wooden side of it, hind claws digging in to scoot her up as fast as a kitten. Mum! Mum! Da! C'n I have a instament? Please?" Standing as tall on her hind legs as she could with her forepaws pressed to her mother's shoulder she gave her an entreating grin framed with teeth too big for her face. "Pleeeeeeease?" The naked little bird peeped out of the temporary sling with eyes wide at the wild ride it had just taken.