It's a wonderful life

How easy life would be if he were a bird, Spirit thought somberly to himself. Strawberry, his tiny strawberry finch companion, was putting on a show for him near the cliff. He was far too nervous to go to the edge of the cliffside, so he hung a good distance back, watching as Strawberry darted into the air, swooping up high and then back down again. Occasionally she stopped to rest her wings for a moment, but then again she was flying around his head. At the very least it was a welcome distraction, but part of him was saddened by the display, since he could never be quite as free as her. A quiet sigh fell from the lanky man's lips as he walked down the length of the grassy field.

He hoped he might find something of interest today, and he'd brought the saddlebag Meadow gifted him along for the trip. So far, mostly all he'd seen were flowers - but then again his gaze had been drifting to the sky and his companion's flight more often than not. He was so engrossed with her display, in fact, that he barely noticed someone else was up ahead, lounging near the cliff's edge. Though he didn't know the stranger, how precariously he was lying near the drop off made Spirit quite nervous. He wasn't one to approach others hardly ever, not unless he really was drawn to, but he didn't want anything to happen to him either. "I-I'd be careful!" His weak voice stammered out, once he was a few strides closer to the stranger. "T-that cliff is v-very high!" He knew that, no doubt, but... still. His gaze found Strawberry for a moment before falling back to Outlaw, brows pulled tight in concern.