Dawnlark Plains Johnny brought a rocket to a knife fight

arletta watched him sit. he was comfortable and seemingly had a good nature. she would not submit to such kindness yet. 

"birdie." she remained standing, wondering if she could even refer to herself as a winslow anymore. "there a lot of ya over that way?"

it was comical, the way she represented the flightiness of such winged creatures in this moment. it was only a fondly given nick-name from her pops. arletta didn't feel like herself.