Insegnami, fratello, e io ti insegnerò

Starling would jolt at the sound of his brother's voice, enough to distract him from where he was placing his paws. And just like that he'd trip, as usual, his toes getting caught in a small burrow. "Oof!" He'd huff as the wind rushed from his lungs as his body collapsed and nearly disappeared in the long grasses. He had grown a lot since they were children, avoiding the snake nests so neither would be bitten. He was nearly full grown now, even if his legs still seemed far too long and his body far to gawky. As the days wore on he lost the hope he'd ever fill out and look more natural. So he laid in the grass, his forepaws stretched out infront of him as he stared blankly at the ground. A year old, and he was still falling on his face. It was almost pathetic. "Non potrò mai imparare a non cadere, sarà vero?" He whimpered before he managed to push himself to a sitting position, his bright blue eyes lifting to his brother as he smiled up at him. "Buongiorno, fratello ." He would smile nice and wide then, noticing his brother had spoken in Italian. Shrike always seemed to avoid the language, because he couldn't seem to wrap his tongue around it as well as Starling seemed too. "Il tuo italiano sta venendo ! Sono fiero di te." He would shift to step towards his brother, to tap his nose on Shrike's forehead, a small happy laugh on his breath. He was proud of his brother! It made parting so much more difficult. Who would help Shrike with the language with Starling gone?

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"