sing for me little birdie

Starling was sprawled near the opening of their large den, bathing in the warm spring sun. He was tired from his racing around the lands, excited about the beauty of spring and the new flowers. It was not something he had ever seen in his young life, but then again, all he had seen before this was snow. It was in this warm weather that he seemed to thrive, laying among his scavenged plants. Most couldn't be used for anything but decoration, but he was sure there was something...one or two plants that could have some use. He was sure, at least. In some way. With a gentle sigh he opened his eyes, and it seemed to be at the most opportune moments. Deep blue blinked slightly as his skull lifted from his relaxed position as he watched the woman, a stranger, wander close to their den before running away again. Well, not running, but she did move away. With a tilt of his head he slowly stood, stretching slowly and yawning. This woman was a stranger, but she seemed almost familiare too. The markings along her nose and eyes mirrored his, and it had been proven to him time and time again that that meant family. Was this yet another aunt he had never known? Taking a deep breath, he caught he scent of flowers, and he grinned brightly. A woman with markings like his that liked plants? Oh, this must be fate.

With a silent laugh he leapt out of the den and padded behind her. This could easily be the most easy kidnapping if she had any malicious intent. But he was certain that she didn't. Well, no, he wasn't entirely certain. But young Starling certainly had a lot of faith in the world, and say the world through rose colored glasses. He felt a lot of nerves in his young life, and a lot of self doubt, but that battled with his determination and faith. "You have flowers" He called as he ran behind her, grinning brightly. "N..no one else...seems to like flowers." He was suddenly overcome with his anxiety, and he wondered why he had left the den to begin with. Was it just the plants? Or the thought that she was somehow related to him? Shrinking towards the grass he took a hesitant step back. "Your nose...it....it looks like mine. " He whispered then.


"Burn Baby Burn"