04-08-2022, 12:29 PM
"Presents!" The little voice rings through the woods.
Sintra is not inclined to investigate, but the little amazon wings away from her like a green comet.
"I have presents!"
Presents! it shouts in reply, endlessly, tiresomely, curious. The translucent mare follows at a cautious distance, only following because some piece of her aches when the bird is too far away, though if he feels the same pain, it never stops him from leaving her.
The pile of debris beside the creature does not strike her as much, but to a parrot anything might be treasure. To Sintra, anything might be danger. She lingers at the treeline, one nervous violet eye following her bright companion whose pupils flash large and small as he lands atop the pile with a whistling flutter of feathers, dropping a few of his own into the mix. Her heart stops.
Presents! he shouts again in triumphant reply, I have presents!
Sintra is not inclined to investigate, but the little amazon wings away from her like a green comet.
"I have presents!"
Presents! it shouts in reply, endlessly, tiresomely, curious. The translucent mare follows at a cautious distance, only following because some piece of her aches when the bird is too far away, though if he feels the same pain, it never stops him from leaving her.
The pile of debris beside the creature does not strike her as much, but to a parrot anything might be treasure. To Sintra, anything might be danger. She lingers at the treeline, one nervous violet eye following her bright companion whose pupils flash large and small as he lands atop the pile with a whistling flutter of feathers, dropping a few of his own into the mix. Her heart stops.
Presents! he shouts again in triumphant reply, I have presents!