Stavanger Bay Long shadows

She eyed sued the feathers and gave a slow nod, understanding her point. Bird feathers were delicate and easy to mess up and ruin, the sand and being shoved in a hole would probably muss them beyond repair. When the female asked if she knew of a hollow tree she shook her head but thought of alternate ideas. "No but...i know of a hollow log?"she tried. The one she spoke of was where she'd found Engel singing that really catchy song about walking five hundred miles.


She winced as Godot seemed to return to being wary of her and gave an apologetic smile, her tail swaying timidly behind her. "I didn't mean they needed a use, I think just having unique and pretty things collected is great"she said earnestly though she was hoping to appease the obviously paranoid female. "I'm Awinita" she said kindly, thinking perhaps offering an introduction would prove she wasn't up to no good.