11-16-2020, 12:48 AM
DRIFTING - FEATHER
Worry. Feathers bristled and she huffed gently. She didn't want people worrying for her. They should be grieving. Gently she reached out of her nest with a hand, gently running claws over the ground before she pulled her hand back. She could barely recall the sudden songs the voices whispered, words unknown to Drift but held such weight nevertheless. "I just had to get away for a bit.."
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗