The Sunspire what will become of these gestures that we make

her sadness was short-lived. as abruptly as her glee had faded to confusion and sorrow, it was all lifted when a large figure approached from her periphery. at first she thought the silhouette belonged to her father — but her little nose identified a different smell, not that little ibis would've understood the implication of 'people smelling differently' or whatever.

she heard the stranger's voice though, and found it fascinating - almost as much as the singing birds. her fluffy little self shifted gears pretty quickly after that: no longer fixated on the little creatures, she began to roam closer to the talkative shadow. ibis even tried to mimic the voice: nanana! nana boog!