Got the dreamer's disease
Goddess makes Fern's eyes go so wide they look like they might just pop out her skull and roll away. Admittedly, Fern is not well-versed on the gods, knowing enough about her aging up and some bits and pieces like anyone in Caido, but her nose is usually buried in the plants outside or the books that talk about them. She hasn't the time for divinity and demigods when there's mud pies to bake and sear cats to feed instead. So this is the first time she's ever considered someone being the daughter of a goddess, and it's a stunning revelation that promptly shuts her up and inclines the conversation onward and elsewhere.
The indignation of a bird of prey that's caught unawares, even by its own doing, is an immeasurable expression of inconvenience. Osprey-Fern gawks at Nova as if she's the one that's put them in this predicament, and that she's the one who must get them out of it. The look barely has time to register though before Fern is flapping in a most ungangly manner to regain balance against the onslaught of sudden wind and glittering frost, the departing cat barely clocked in the fray as her naturally aerial-inclined body responds like a kite for a moment.
Teetering from one wing to the other, never having flown before, it's alll Fern can do to keep upright as the gust forces her to backpedal to the ground a bit away from the bench. Her beak parts, small tongue lifting with a chiding screech that pierces the distance easily. All her feathers fluff up as she hits the ground, body drawn tall and sleek the instant after, mouth still ajar with a bewildered pant. Nova's bellowed outcry of jealousy lands somewhere, but Fern got an entire mixture of feelings in this instant and desperately wants nothing more than her mom now. Blinking, she turns tail and awkwardly takes her feathered legs for a run, wings held half-out at her sides, giving a whole new meaning to flipping the bird.
[FIN]
The indignation of a bird of prey that's caught unawares, even by its own doing, is an immeasurable expression of inconvenience. Osprey-Fern gawks at Nova as if she's the one that's put them in this predicament, and that she's the one who must get them out of it. The look barely has time to register though before Fern is flapping in a most ungangly manner to regain balance against the onslaught of sudden wind and glittering frost, the departing cat barely clocked in the fray as her naturally aerial-inclined body responds like a kite for a moment.
Teetering from one wing to the other, never having flown before, it's alll Fern can do to keep upright as the gust forces her to backpedal to the ground a bit away from the bench. Her beak parts, small tongue lifting with a chiding screech that pierces the distance easily. All her feathers fluff up as she hits the ground, body drawn tall and sleek the instant after, mouth still ajar with a bewildered pant. Nova's bellowed outcry of jealousy lands somewhere, but Fern got an entire mixture of feelings in this instant and desperately wants nothing more than her mom now. Blinking, she turns tail and awkwardly takes her feathered legs for a run, wings held half-out at her sides, giving a whole new meaning to flipping the bird.
[FIN]
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
