sippin' waterfalls [mortis]

“you’re too modest,” dulla teases, delighting in the stranger’s bashfulness. he spreads his wings in greeting, and dulla can’t help an awed gasp as she observes his inky plumage, eyeing each feather with barely restrained envy. “oh, they’re beautiful.” she eyes the little bird on her shoulder, clucking her tongue in faux disappointment. “why am i the only one in present company incapable of flight?”

Kass sings a mournful note, and she giggles. “quite. you should be sorry.” at the stranger – Mortis’- request, she dips her head in greeting and offers an equally dramatic bow of her own. “Medulla, and this is Kass. though Dulla is fine, too.” at his offer, she smiles gratefully, eyes crinkling in light-hearted mirth. “you truly are a saint. that’d be wonderful.”