Fumitory Friends

As Starling got close to him, he instantly regretted every stuttering word he said. Embarrasment colored his cheeks beneath his fur as he scrunched his face up, quickly looking away from the man. "I-ah I'm s-sorry." He said quickly. The man was perfectly dry, just enjoying the ocean breeze rather than the waves himself. Oh, Starling was quite...silly. He cleared his throat then before something caught his attention. Did he...say something about herb hunting? "O-oh? A-are you a h-healer?" He asked with excitement, suddenly perking up from his previous embarrasment. When asked him name, he shifted slightly, tilting his head. For a moment he was cautious, but the man seemed...well, not harmless. No one was harmless, even finch managed to give him a good bruise or two. But this man seemed kind of trust worthy. Plus, he was a healer. "S-Starling Destruction." He said with a gentle smile, stepping closer to him now and at less of an angle. "Wh-what are y-you hunting for?" He wondered if this man knew of other herbs around here, things Starling didn't know about. That was his whole point for being here, right? To learn more about healing, incase he was ever in the north and needed what this territory had to offer...

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"