A place we've always been

All Starling really knew were the plains. In his short lifetime he hadn't really ventured very far, aside from redbud nook but that was for the flowers. He left the invisible borders from time to time in his desire to seek out new plants he had never seen. He didn't quite understand his desire to see new plants, to find new flowers and new colors and new scents but it called for him. But today, today he was circling around the serpant filled plains, looking for any new buds that may appear in the spring. He was too young yet to fully comprehend the spring season and what it did to the world, but he knew that there were new and brighter plants now than there was when the snow was out. He barely spent much time with his siblings after he discovered his love for the natural, and he was attempting to change that. And yet, here he was, his nose to the ground seeking out the new and exciting while he left his den and siblings behind. He felt bad, knowing that the days were going by that he didn't spend time with his brothers and sisters, nor with his parents, but these things called to him. He didn't quite understand their uses, or why he insisted on carting home jaws full of plants of various colors and shapes, but maybe one day he would. Maybe this was his calling, for he certainly didn't seem quite cut out for fighting or even for running, his legs were almost too long to be useful. Maybe he was the lucky one that found out his destiny before he had even learned to speak. Perhaps...perhaps, but reguardless, he still continued to burn path after path into the grass of the plains, hoping to avoid the slithering of the serpants hiding within.

"Burn Baby Burn"