lo-fi for witches only- intro/plant hunting

[deimos]

The bird was hard to find after her encounter at the border, her and her siblings looking in on a society that they had yet to figure out. It was a strange situation, and she thought she might have been the only one not electing to find Beck. But multiple of her siblings just wanted to find him. To see if he was okay, if that might have been it, and leave. It left her senseless. There were many things to discover. A whole new life, to live, to love, without their parents involved, without the pressures of where they used to exist.

Was it not enough, to just be alive?

She landed near the library, her feathers ruffled from the windy flight. Her eyes lifted to the darkening sky, the clouds pulling in over the land. Spring brought showers, but apparently in the swamp it was wetter then she could have imagined. Flight became a bit more difficult, with wet wings, as it was still an unfamiliar body. She sighed softly, hopping towards the side of the library. Exploring was something she was finding enjoyment in, whether it be these little hops, or some flight. It was.. an enjoyable feeling. Soaring up there.

With one last glance to the darkening sky, she looked back down, before she blinked a bit, her tail feathers flicking as her talons reached out, gentle brushing at a tiny plant between her.. toes? She didn't know what to call them. Gently, she cooed a tiny bit, lowering her head to observe it better. As if those Peregrine eyes didn't already see enough.

"SPEECH"

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