10-24-2018, 11:04 PM
Gwen was personally a bit tangled up... in... vines. Prickly prickly vines. With thorns. And pretty roses! She whined under her breath, caught tangled on her back with a strand in her beak. She pulled and pulled with all her might, kicking her tiny twig feet trying to break loose! ... but it was no use. She fell limp, panting. She simply could not get out.
The jay perked up as she heard Seph's footsteps drawing closer. Hi Sephy! She cawed out. Filled with a brand new determination, she took hold of the vines in her beak once again, pulling and chomping until they let loose and she could wiggle free. If she was bothered by the small cuts caking her body, she didn't show it. The jay hopped up to the grand lion, her blue eyes full of joy. Good morning, sleepy head!
"SPEECH"