Firefly Ravine baby did a bad, bad thing

Closing up shop and putting Isleña on PPC for a lil’ bit <3 Thanks for being an awesome thread partner, as always!

She listened as he spoke, put at ease by his thick accent and obvious interest in this silly conversation. In a world where she felt like an outcast, a burden, it was so nice to be seen as something different — something of value, even if all she was doing was repeating simple, childish words

She recognized the new word ‘birds,’ and then the word ‘music’ sounded familiar — she easily put two and two together, because their beautiful songs were about all birds were good for. Isleña came from the plains, from a nomadic hoarde, and the birds she grew up around were stupid, flightless pheasants. They commanded no respect from but, but there were a few creatures that did. “No, I like…” she stopped in her trekking for a moment, and turned to face Mahler. “Boğa!” she said, pounding the ground with her front two paws and lowering her head as a buffalo might when defending itself. Those were big and strong creatures. Isleña felt as though she had a bull buffalo’s spirit inside her, at times.

Looking at the sky, Isleña took note of the placement of the sun in the sky, and knew she must return home before dark. Her blue eyes then flicked to Mahler, asking silently for forgiveness if she made the decision to depart.