Sea Lion Shores emigration tunes

ofc! ~ uvu/

One ear flipped his way the moment he spoke, but Antigone didn't look up until she was content with the process of her two neat little piles. They weren't very large, but they were enough - the ruined feathers could be used for decoration, the clean ones for trinkets. All in all, it wasn't a bad haul in the slightest. Then, she looked up — and it took her all her body strength not to jerk her head backward. Dude, grooming. It's a thing. It was a wonder he didn't smell (maybe he wasn't close enough to smell), but she let her lips waver into a small, lofty smile as she was bred to do, letting her eyes drift proudly to her little stash.

"They're for a charm, hopefully," she mused, her voice warm and light like duh, what else would they be for? She sent him a sideways glance through dark lashes, lips curling wryly. "What's with the accent?" He sounded like a mudcrawler; and while they were a vital part of the moon-fallen, they still always sounded a little... dense. Hopefully, he wouldn't get as mad as they did when she teased the ways they said certain words.