Fox's Glade silvertongue

while her observation of the dark-plumed crow had been genuine, she had not expected his reaction. he seemed to morph then, executing a cute little passage with his giddy feet -- indra could not help but return the smile, though she marveled at the change that overcame him.

he called her kind -- she repeated his words mentally, treasuring the compliment the way gollum treasured his motherflipping ring. it was a rare thing, for one to compliment her -- and she stowed it deep within the recesses of her mind to cherish, to revisit.

"takes one, to know one." she offered lamely, though she still felt his radiance warm her. "i already called you nice though. no one likes that i'm missing my tail but you. that makes you different -- in a good way."