Swiftcurrent Creek when the skies are grey

There was no doubting that the other was larger than she herself; there was also no doubting the loveliness the other beheld. Bluebird was one to note these things, but was shy in her admissions; and so, when Alo referred to her as pretty one, her head lowers, chin brushing against feathery chest, and her eyes fall to the earth. No, the gesture insists, and she nearly says it, but does not want to rebuke the other in fear of offending her. She was so kind!

What about... thunder? Thunder frightened Bluebird, far more than she cared to admit. It was the loudest snarl she had ever heard, and as Bluebird had never faced any true threat of violence in her life, she was sure that thunder would be the bringer of it. Its angry snarls! She must have done something wrong. Something to deserve the sound! But it had not come, not yet. It made sense, to enjoy rain. And then, she remembered herself. O-oh! I am Bluebird, she greets. Some call me Blue. Others, Bird... Few called her by her full name, but those that did she did not begrudge. It was her name, after all.