The Sunspire your story walks ahead of you

vrána is better at seeing things than caw is. mostly this is plants! sometimes it is not plants – like now, when he is very busy working his mouth around the stems he has plucked, and suddenly there is a weight on his shoulder and a beak prodding his neck. ears immediately springing to attention, caw turns in the direction she has indicated for him and sets eyes on a stranger.

in what is probably a good move on her part, she greets him before he can begin to run his mouth off about anything irrelevant. for once, he is also too absorbed in the question to bound directly into her face.

“hello! yes!” caw wiggles a little, and then remembers that it is bad manners to speak with your mouth full of plant stems, and also hard to understand. he sets them gently down at his paws. they will not be as good if they are bruised! “knew many plant things when home! maybe know many plants here. have not found all yet. but know where plants should be!”

oh! but she has asked her question like that for a reason, certainly! caw pauses in his wiggling to address this. “you know plants also?”