Nova Peak pringoals

The bird was unfazed. Bazi flashed the nimble little creature a dirty, jealous look as it hopped through the treetops, its slight weight barely affecting the branches at all. Engaging with it was a sure-fire way to secure unwanted company for the entire day, but Bazi was grumpy, and could not help herself. She slowed, stopped, and stared up at the foul little pest above her head. "If you come down, you can share with your brothers and sistsers," she invited, aware that it had about as slim a chance of succeeding as a toad winning the lottery.