[ oh, that…! he can definitely do that. he’d been so listless and dispirited a while ago but maybe it’s remarkable what a little doting and divinity and petting could do to a new bird who could slowly feel some amount of energy returning, as thoughts of the desert fade more. this time the wind that kicks up is a little more playful as he croons with more enthusiasm and ruffles his wings, a flick of feathers to her, his eyes brighter now.
as a wisp he could simply chirp and whistle… as a bird maybe vocabulary and communication could be just as questionable but still, he seems to have recovered enough to want to sing again, as he could. he came from the wind and what he loved about humanity, their independence and spirit for freedom, even more than wine… the songs through ages. he’d picked up on it instantly upon ascending. he nods his little head and nestles more comfortably to her lap, looking more anticipatory with a lift of feathers.
well he kind of doubts she could guess ‘are you depressed from dying recently’ but he is a musician and, slowly coming through a low mood, he may want to sing again anyway. ]
maybe nothing can stop him except death
as a wisp he could simply chirp and whistle… as a bird maybe vocabulary and communication could be just as questionable but still, he seems to have recovered enough to want to sing again, as he could. he came from the wind and what he loved about humanity, their independence and spirit for freedom, even more than wine… the songs through ages. he’d picked up on it instantly upon ascending. he nods his little head and nestles more comfortably to her lap, looking more anticipatory with a lift of feathers.
well he kind of doubts she could guess ‘are you depressed from dying recently’ but he is a musician and, slowly coming through a low mood, he may want to sing again anyway. ]