Redhawk Caldera We were born to live a long and happy life

chickadee, for once, did not shout or cut up. at eight months of age, she had grown into her full height and would now spend the following year filling out.
but that was not the reason.
she was thinking contemplatively now of how ani and stratos had looked at one another, how her sister had changed her name, how she seemed — ahead of chickadee, who had only just woken to realize she was not a child any longer.
she listened closely as maia spoke, nipping gently at ani's ears and and sticking her tongue out toward her brothers. today marked something important. not only her new rank but a new feeling.
maybe she should go after what she wanted.
but chickadee had no idea what that was. and she was silently, sweetly, envious of her sister for knowing.
she would miss 'dwin, and their sister's departure only intensified the sensation.
there was a tiny hint of melancholy in chickadee's voice as she sang, no matter what she would have liked.