DELPHINE
Delphine turned to find the owner of the voice, her lips wide with a smile. The first sense a stranger might get about her was that she was naive. "Why wouldn't he talk back?" She inquired, as she reached up to poke Poe with the handle of her paintbrush.
He squawked, fluffing his feathers as he made his companion's hair into the best nest that he could. He was lucky she didn't cut her hair. Of course, his squawking proved nothing.
"Don't you speak to your animals?" She inquired, honestly. The stranger might take note of her bag, of paints and brushes and plants and herbs strewn around her little area, but she doesn't seem concerned about being stolen from.
He squawked, fluffing his feathers as he made his companion's hair into the best nest that he could. He was lucky she didn't cut her hair. Of course, his squawking proved nothing.
"Don't you speak to your animals?" She inquired, honestly. The stranger might take note of her bag, of paints and brushes and plants and herbs strewn around her little area, but she doesn't seem concerned about being stolen from.
I'd like to see the world upside down,
it could be more beautiful.
