poppa please

Her Poppa was waiting for her at the entrance of the den when she made her appearance. Her wings flailing and her paws scrambling as she came to a stop. Her bright silver eyes looked up to find Mortis standing there waiting for her arrival. Ode was loud enough about it after all. Nothing like the animals for whom she shared attributes with. Not yet anyway, one day she would master silence.

Mort did tell her the dog was correct in keeping her from scaling the palms, she was not as agile as the pup and couldn’t easily rescue her. Ode’s features fell, but her Poppa went on. He had a secret for her. The little girl’s wings fluttered and her short little tail waggled in anticipation as he told her that he could in fact climb the trees, and he was eager to take her back.

"Ah! Really? Yes!” Before she could run off back towards the beaches her father had scooped her up and deposited her upon his back. "Let's go!”

"Odette"