She was clueless when it came to planting, so when Jigano had continued to make more holes she hadn’t even thought to get more water while he did it. She just continued to pour the seeds in. But when she had watered them and brought the bowl out for Jigano, her attention had lingered on the pale bird while he cleaned himself – finding his company oddly comforting and quietly familiar. But she said nothing in regards to it, instead she sat on the ground by the bowl and glanced to him occasionally before looking around her yard, still containing some wreckage from Longnight.
That was for another day, however.
Her attention returned to Jigano as he croaked and she listened with a tilted head and a quiet laugh, nodding along with him despite having zero idea what he was talking about, if he was at all. And when he moved to dry his feathers in the sun, she laid back into the small amount of grasses now peaking up from the rest of the dirt in her yard and watched the sky and the clouds pass by over the sun. A successful day, if she had her say.
That was for another day, however.
Her attention returned to Jigano as he croaked and she listened with a tilted head and a quiet laugh, nodding along with him despite having zero idea what he was talking about, if he was at all. And when he moved to dry his feathers in the sun, she laid back into the small amount of grasses now peaking up from the rest of the dirt in her yard and watched the sky and the clouds pass by over the sun. A successful day, if she had her say.
