The Heartwood konaiseiko

thanks for clearing that up ahahah

The little magpie with the berry hopped towards her, her beak speared in between the berry. It once again occurred to Prima that she wouldn't be able to speak, and her assumptions were confirmed when the plump bird again gave a small bounce towards her and tapped her imprisoned beak lightly on her leg.

"Cute," Prima commented, smiling as she reached up and let a small white paw swipe at the berry on the bird's beak. She gave the small sphere a nudge before it split apart, freeing the magpie's beak from the frozen fruit, red berry juice spewing from its insides. With half the berry stuck to her paw, she gave it a thorough examination before shrugging and popped the berry into her mouth. The sterling girl was hungry for a snack, anyway. She was sure it wasn't poisonous, and that it wouldn't hurt.

She turned her seafoam eyes back on the magpie, trusting her to have probably eaten her half of the berry. Prima didn't know if she again understood the language, but she'd learnt that magpies were probably capable of communicating using basic words and sentences. Prima spoke a shortened version of her previous sentence. "Like it?"