The Sunspire Do you see these eyes, when have you known me to cry?

Maia had had a decidedly less productive morning than her sister, but she'd at least had a good one! In fact, she'd spent the morning harassing a super gorgeous bird she spotted near the base of the mountain.  It wasn't long before the bird sent her running, though, it's diving attacks too quick for her.  Apparently it didn't appreciate her jumping attempts to snap at it.  Rude.

In the altercation, though, she had managed to nab a feather or two! Which was enough of a score to make her content.  The bright blue and black striped feather poked from her lips as she traipsed back to she and Wraen's sleeping spot, intent on stashing it somewhere to add some color.

Wraen was back... she'd been up by the time Maia rose.  And seeing her sister there sleeping peacefully, Maia grinned, feeling a stroke of inspired mischief.  Softly she crept up and, with the feather, set to attempting to tickle her older sister's nose.