Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Compared to the mayhem erupting below, her chatty squirrel wasn't too big of a problem. It was fortunate that she wasn't hungry, because making herself a snack would have been an easy solution to make it go away. Still, if it kept rimacing her like this, someone might think it off and have a second look.Getting tired of my own words
In this instance, all she really did was hiss threateningly at the squirrel, pecking after it with a heavy beak to make plain she wasn't in a mood to play. The fires catching in the treetops might help chase it off; they didn't bother Maea, as she wouldn't be hurt by it, and the smoke might actually help provide her with cover. But to the silvan creature the heat and crackling flame was a true source of danger. She hoped it wouldn't be retarded enough to stick around.
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Maea tries to scare off the squirrel, hoping the fire in the trees (And the smoke) will offer her more cover.
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
