Kintla Flatlands and never thought you'd wind up chasing me

starling maintained her pathetic heap, feeling the cold air on her plush belly and the bitter scent of winter between the brittle blades of grass. she inhaled and the cold assaulted her lungs. exhale -- watch the burst of fog simmer into the world and dissipate into cold.

mordecai was proving most game to her shenanigans - at the very least, he seemed okay with her taste for the theatrical. she eyed him carefully, feeling so very sorry for her poor little self. she had been savaged by a fox tunnel! her figure had been called into question by the tunnel's dimensions!

wounded pride indeed. starling sat up suddenly, peering at the male. he was quirky. he was funny. but starling was only one of those things and it wasn't funny. well, not on purpose anyway.

"yea well i'm not gonna get that back." she said sadly, eyeing the hole with a forlorn look of self-contempt. "i'm starling saturnin takanaami endore." she authored her long moniker with a chest-puff of importance. "yourself?"