l'inverno è noioso

His jaw would clench just slightly as he felt his unused muscles quake. Hunting herbs could be tiring but there was nothing he did that was as strenuous as fighting. And he hadn't even really moved yet! When she spoke again he'd blink, tilting his head. "W-well of c-course I'd b-belive you!" He said softly. Why wouldn't he? She was much older than him, obviously she knew much more. She was a master at this where as he was a full fledged novice. The moment, though, that she said he could relax he did...and nearly fell to his stomach as his muscles threatened to give out. Catching himself at the last moment he'd quickly settle onto his haunches to try and hide that fact, a small, embarrased smile upon his face. And then she offered to take him as a student, and he quickly looked up at her. Everything lit up, his grin, his eyes, and he instantly nodded. "Yes!" He said, without a stutter. "I-I want t-to l-learn i-it all. I-if you'll t-teach me I-I'll d-do anything." He pledged, vowed. He wanted to learn, wanted to be less clumsy. He wanted to be able to relate to his larger brother, for lark didn't quite get plants like Finch and Shrike did. It was true for Bass as well, but they could bond over Italian...but a large part of Starling also wanted to make his father proud. He wanted to learn all he could, every tidbit of information she offered him. He'd do anything..

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"