Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Hissing and snapping her beak after the sellers fingers, Maea's only real concern about being ousted from her hiding place was the racket they were making. Rather than taking flight and thus giving away her location immediately, she tumbled to the ground, landed on her feet and scurried off to the next stall. Getting tired of my own words
This one sold arrows, and bows, and other archery equipment. There wasn't really anything to blend in with, but she ducked in behind a stack of empty crates all the same, tiny bird heart hammering with excitement; had she been spotted? Would the game go on? Shuffling feet nearby had her ruffle her feathers warmly, but it was only the shop keep; they didn't appear to have noticed her yet. Good.
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Maea drops to the ground and scurries over to the next stall, attempting to hide again behind a stack of empty crates.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
