Calm Yo' Tits [Festival]

Scampering around the festival at a million miles an hour was exhausting when your belly was only a few inches off the ground but there were a million trillion things to do and see and she wanted to do and see them all now, so Aoife continued her scampering though her quills were drooping and her tongue was lolling out the side of her mouth. Her partially-fuzzed baby bird friend was looking a bit droopy as well, because though she could huddle down in the scarf at any time to nap she took her job as lookout seriously. Aoife did feel a bit bad for how overwhelmed the little bird was getting, though, so she veered off to wander a bit more quietly alone.

Until, that was, someone caught her eye and her ears pricked up again in interest. Ooo, a friend! What were they doing all by themself out here? What were they putting out? Without a second thought Aoife popped up next to Svala. "HI!" she piped up with a singsong warble. "What are you doing?"