Ocean's Breath Plateau otter wing

Bird-girl's eyes opened suddenly at an unexpected cacophony, followed by sudden... wetness. Bleh! She, too, was about to issue a series of protests, but Father rectified the situation promptly. A petulant pout forming on her tiny alabaster maw, she wriggled on her back in an effort to recapture her earlier comfort and ease.

After finding a suitable position, her tiny paws began to droop toward her sides, marigold eyes sliding ever so gradually shut. Ah, peace...

Now listen!

Gah! Awake once more. She smacked her lips and flopped onto her side, giving a tiny huff of frustration.