l'inverno è noioso

Starling would grin easily back at her, his tail a flurry in the light snow behind him. Excitement seemed to course through him, though still a low key. He was never quite as...energetic as Shrike. But the way his mind reeled with possibilities, wondering what he would learn from her, was just as telling. How did swimming tie in? He couldn't quite understand it yet, but he would never let that get in his way. Motif was like a spring of knowledge that he had just aquired, and he would learn all he could before the day was done. So when she told them they would be on their way he quickly stood up and followed behind her. He didn't quite trip on the way there, but he did sometimes stumble, whether it was because of the snow or his own paws one could not be too sure. He, as always, was rather embarrased, but Motif didn't seem to say anything so he wouldn't worry too much. Perhaps learning to spar, and to hold a proper stance would help him with his....elegance. Well, one could only hope!

Once they got to the cave he quickly followed after, his tail swishing behind him as he gazed at the warm pool. He could feel the damp air of the cave, and he breathed in gently, smiling. It was nice compared to the frigid air of winter outside. Here there must be life, if out there caused the death of his beloved plants. With a gentle grin he'd easily follow his auntie into the spring, feeling the waters wrap around him, warming his cold limbs. A happy sigh would slip from his jaws as he relaxed, letting himself sink to chin level in the warmth. He didn't get to relax for too long, however. Motif quickly instructed him, and instantly he was back at attention. Staring at the spot she told him to swim too he nodded, and began. Swimming did nothing to improve his awkward, clumsy ways. It seemed rather...odd that a boy his age still slapped the water in his paddle, or moved his legs too quickly to be able to really get anywhere, but...that's just how starling was. Where his mind was so intact and adaptive, his body was...well, the best word anyone could use was "awkward". Starling was just awkward.  

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"