it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
Sohalia was quite content, perched upon her branch, her legs tucked beneath her and her skirts swaying ever-so-slightly in a light breeze. Her hand flew lightly over the page in her journal, capturing this plant and that creature. She sketched as though her life depended on it, as though there wasn't enough time for her to capture everything, and so she would have to do the best she could. But then, suddenly -
THUMP.
A hyacinth macaw has flown into a tree.
"Oh!" exclaimed the young woman, surprised and upset by the bird's carelessness. "That wasn't very bright," she informed it sternly before recognizing the familiar tickle in the back of her mind that indicated that her new companion was, in fact, not just a bird. Sohalia flushed crimson, embarrassed to have berated a perfect stranger for something that they, in all likelihood, did not mean to do. "I'm sorry," she said hurriedly, setting aside her journal. "Are you alright?"
THUMP.
A hyacinth macaw has flown into a tree.
"Oh!" exclaimed the young woman, surprised and upset by the bird's carelessness. "That wasn't very bright," she informed it sternly before recognizing the familiar tickle in the back of her mind that indicated that her new companion was, in fact, not just a bird. Sohalia flushed crimson, embarrassed to have berated a perfect stranger for something that they, in all likelihood, did not mean to do. "I'm sorry," she said hurriedly, setting aside her journal. "Are you alright?"
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
