Insegnami, fratello, e io ti insegnerò
07-18-2015, 08:55 PM
(set before Starling leaves) Starling...had been oddly lazy. There wasn't much a healer could do during winter, and his training wasn't untill spring. He had spent a great deal of time with Motif training his fighting stance, and his body, before it got too much for her. It wasn't very obvious. Starling, as always, was very clumsy, but not nearly so much as he had been. He still tripped over his own paws every so often, but not as much any more. But now spring was on the air, he could taste it! That meant all his pretty flowers would be out very soon! Did that mean he would have to put his fight training to the side? It was probably best after all...starling was no fighter. He would never be like his big brother Lark. With a gentle sigh he'd shake his head, trotting along the plains and searching for something to do. He didn't want to bother Motif with her new baby, and Bass had gone on the journey with Finch. He was...very lonely. Slowly he'd move, trying to be careful of the snakes that were busy getting ready for the spring season. Paws would shift through the long grasses, moving him who knows were at a very slow and bored pass. He hoped Arian would arrive soon, he needed to keep learning. He wanted to become a master healer by the time his father came home. Maybe then, Starling would be something to be proud of. "Talk""Italian" |
