Why are the willows weeping?

"Speak" Think

Finally, Hyacinth had wandered into a place that didn't feel like it was trying to actively harm him. He was lounging under one of the willows, enjoying a day when he wasn't unsure how he was going to survive because he wasn't sure he was going to die here. It was pleasant and allowed him to really enjoy a moment of peace, which was unusual for the Aracari, after all even when he went off on his own he always found himself returning to his siblings, and they were practically chaos incarnate.

So it wasn't totally surprising when the lack of noise set him on edge, and the man sighed, rolling back to his paws, eyes scanning for someone, anyone to help fill that void.