Sunshine, Daisies, Butter Mellow

Starling was rather reluctant to turn back towards Sonticus after his short visit back home. It was nice to know that his father was well, and the rest of his siblings too. Even Finch seemed to be blossoming, though rather slowly, and sparrow seemed to be showing up more and more. It helped invigor his desire to return to his studies, to advance his healer knowledge. But that didn't mean he wanted to leave as much as he had the first time, or as little, rather. His blood belonged to Abaven, his heart, his soul and his loyalty. His everything was at the hands of his father, and to know that he were to spend another season, ontop of the one he had spent already, away from his home...it was hard. Difficult. Painful.

He sighed heavily as he trotted along, his eyes on the ground and his maw full of herbs he had stopped to collect along the way. He thought of Lillianna, and how if he had stayed home he would have been able to watch over her healing rather than trust her to listen to his advice. He was taking it slower than he had coming home, a leisure pace that would depend on either overnight walking, or for him to bed down somewhere that felt...safe enough. But he'd come to that when the sun began to set. Instead, now he continued to walk.

A voice caught his attention, a single ear swivelling in the direction it came from. With a tilt of his head he'd shift, stepping towards the sound. It was a gentle sound, and for a brief moment he thought it was addressing him. But when sky blue eyes landed on the girl, her attention on a flower as tall as she, he knew it wasn't him. Embarrasment flushed his cheeks beneath liver colored fur as he gently placed his bundle at his feet. "Ho passato la mia vita a parlare con i fiori e mai sentito una parola . Se quello risponde a voi , sarò piuttosto offeso." He sad in the language he felt intelligent in, a gentle smile on his lips as he looked from the girl to the flower. He tilted his head slightly then, taking in the plant and what it was. It was just a common flower, he knew, it didn't have any healing properties.

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"