Amber Waves

       He’d never seen a creature quite like the one that scampered up the old man's arm, hiding against his neck before Granger can get a solid look at the beaked face that had been once staring him down. It wasn’t unlike anything that the young man had ever seen, now that he could take all of it in outside of the perspective of a mouse. With the body of a cat, despite unusual coloring, the wings were what really threw him off. He’d never seen such a combination during his years of running around the Hollowed Grounds. Granted, his attention was hardly pulled from the ground he traversed.

       His attention is pulled from the unusual creature, albeit briefly, when the older man starts to speak. Granger scoffs at the insinuation that follows the question, though it’s not meant for him, as the toe of his shoe scuffs the ground. Obviously, the two share a connection, it won’t take the man long for him to piece what had happened between the two together. As it was, his attention was completely enamored by the small catbird.

       
“What do I care about what a plant feels? It’s not attuned, much less a person.”Lanky arms cross his chest as he spits his words at the ground. ”What’s it to you anyway, old man? Think you’re so cool for having a catbird to terrorize the mice, huh?”

       People like him made Granger's stomach twist into knots. It was apparent the old man knew his way around the forest that Granger had taken years to become merely acquainted with, and he still had the audacity to talk down to him. Like he was so much better just because his clothes weren't worn ragged.