Oh, Dygra above, Kallan was saved!
Normally not one to let someone put their hands all over her without at least an introduction, these were special circumstances.
The young woman was gentle both in word and action, though Kallan wasn't about to protest too much at the prospect of being rescued. She immediately stilled from her reckless thrashing, even if her heart was sure to hammer itself out of her hollow body.
Though she was unable to answer the stranger's questions with anything meaningful, neither did she try to nibble at her fingers. Win-win. Set free of the vines she wasn't keen on staying near the sentient vines anymore than the other way, and quickly found safety on a branch closer to the undergrowth.
Assured that none of the greenery around her was trying to eat her for the time being, Kallan set her eye to finding the closest, most pleasing thing to catch her eye. Bright blue flowers call her attention to the undergrowth.
It's perhaps a few moments more when the flap of her wings signals her arrival near the feet of the pretty stranger. She hops from one leg to the other to draw attention to herself, dropping small, yellow berries in the dirt at her feet. Blinking up to catch her eye, she takes a few hops back and tilts her head. Though she clacks her beak,
