Got the dreamer's disease
Practicing does make complete sense, admittedly. Afraid she'll lose her role in this game, surely about to be very apparent very fast that she doesn't know the first thing about what goes into the prep for washing windows, or owning them, Fern sucks her breath back in and presses her lips together, cheeks puffing faintly. Like anyone who's outraged and confronted with the fact that they could be wrong, Fern doubles down. The only way to pretend properly is to commit, after all.
"Yes, yes I do know the Pretzel Planet," she confirms, sniffing as if this knowledge is beneath someone who can hire window cleaners. "Their dough is out of this world!" Their tagline, which she puts on a voice for to properly match the lilting cadence and bright punctuation of the advertising the stand does, shouting it out with nearly every fulfilled order. It's the only quick break in her otherwise Karen-leaning performance.
She hesitates at the invitation though, because curious as she might be, Fern hasn't made much habit out of breaking rules or sneaking out of windows. Play is all well and fine from the comfort of her home, or the familiar faces of he family, although admittedly in the short time she's met this pair, they're far more fun than her mother and father.
Glancing back over her shoulder towards the depths of her house where Isla should be, Fern considers her options. The returning shout from the other boy pulls her right back into the promise of pretzels and her well-earned status as a demanding homeowner. "Yes," she decides, and it's as much answer to them as it is convincing herself. "Yes, I would like to speak to him." She decides, scissors left on the windowsill as her body shifts into a new shape.
Osprey-Fern stoops beneath the half-opened window, talons grappling the edge, wings faintly splayed out from her sides for balance. Her head turns, the motion quick and jerking, golden eyes gauging height and distance and all sorts of things she hadn't considered until now. She might be able to find her feathered form easier now than before, but she still hasn't quite mastered using it. Maybe she could aim for the other boys head though so the could each have birds, and then it really isn't so scary as flying, it's just, tall jumping.
"Yes, yes I do know the Pretzel Planet," she confirms, sniffing as if this knowledge is beneath someone who can hire window cleaners. "Their dough is out of this world!" Their tagline, which she puts on a voice for to properly match the lilting cadence and bright punctuation of the advertising the stand does, shouting it out with nearly every fulfilled order. It's the only quick break in her otherwise Karen-leaning performance.
She hesitates at the invitation though, because curious as she might be, Fern hasn't made much habit out of breaking rules or sneaking out of windows. Play is all well and fine from the comfort of her home, or the familiar faces of he family, although admittedly in the short time she's met this pair, they're far more fun than her mother and father.
Glancing back over her shoulder towards the depths of her house where Isla should be, Fern considers her options. The returning shout from the other boy pulls her right back into the promise of pretzels and her well-earned status as a demanding homeowner. "Yes," she decides, and it's as much answer to them as it is convincing herself. "Yes, I would like to speak to him." She decides, scissors left on the windowsill as her body shifts into a new shape.
Osprey-Fern stoops beneath the half-opened window, talons grappling the edge, wings faintly splayed out from her sides for balance. Her head turns, the motion quick and jerking, golden eyes gauging height and distance and all sorts of things she hadn't considered until now. She might be able to find her feathered form easier now than before, but she still hasn't quite mastered using it. Maybe she could aim for the other boys head though so the could each have birds, and then it really isn't so scary as flying, it's just, tall jumping.
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
