she'd learned, somewhere between her first outing and now, that the Outside was a great deal better than she'd originally thought. she'd begun to hide away a small pile of objects in the rear corner of the den she shared with @Aviana. some of these objects where a great deal prettier than the rest, a few so common and unremarkable it seemed odd that the girl had any interest in them in the slightest. but today found the girl perched at the base of a sapling near the den, gaze trained upward and warbling whine escaping her throat every few moments. trapped in one of the branches, for too high for her to reach, dangled an iridescent blue feather. her tail wagged behind her in fierce wanting, and her gaze did not shift from the prize she wanted so.

the girl's vigil was interrupted by the approach of another, and her head tilted back to fall on an absolute stranger. the girl had yet to learn any semblance of stranger danger, and so she was entirely unbothered. lightening blue gaze blinked as the woman spoke, some words familiar and their meaning deciphered, yet she was far to interested in the feather to take the time to decipher the meaning of them all.

still, the woman could help her reach her ultimate goal, and thus her muzzle pointed back up at the branches that clustered above her head. "faa."  she called out in lilting tongue, tiny whine leaving her muzzle then.

her attempts to point out the trapped feather were to no avail, and the girl's face took on an expression that could only be described as exasperated as she turned back to hear the woman talking, still. agitation churns in her chest, at her smallness, at the fact that the feather remains so far out of reach. "faa!" she repeats, this time pointed, demanding. feather! she is a far cry from the word she tries to say, but at least she remembers the first couple letters. she rears up, batting helplessly at air as the feather taunts her. "faa! faa!" 

she huffed even as the woman offered her the prize, before remembering well-instilled manners and uttering a quick  "tha' oo," she plopped onto her rear, dragging her feather close as examining it carefully, tail wagging as she noted the sheen of it. "birb!"  she cried, remembering a previous lesson from another adult as to where they came from. she wondered if the birb would be back for it, and concern had her tail still and her face tilt back as she surveyed the sky, where birbs surely lived.