Sunset Valley weaving baskets

 @Cadeau
set after this thread
 the unhappy meadowlark

 

after encountering the crab queen she had started to go towards the more grassy areas. she was not a big fan of the ocean nor was she too keen on the creature with snapping pincers. those things hurt. instead she found herself in a a vast field of wildflowers, the sight caused the breath to catch in her throat for a few moments before she began to run. 

the child relished the feel of grass tickling at her belly, adored the sight of flowers in bloom but her paws halted. her head tilted as a soft yip came from her lips, one of surprise and curiosity. it was not the foliage that caused her to stop moving, it was not the thoughts of feeling lost and lonely either. instead she found herself staring at a little bird perched on a bolder, she was not use to seeing these feathered creatures on the ground. he was pretty too. she remembered Shepard calling one of these creatures a meadowlark but she had only seen them in trees or in the sky, not on a bolder that allowed her to touch him with her nose.

and that is what she did, the yellow breasted was facing away from her and giving a high-pitched song just when she pressed her nose very gently into his feathers. oh man, that earned her a stern talking to by a little feathered thing's standard but he did not fly away. instead he turned and began to chirp at her in rapid secession, she lowered her head in apology as she looked over the tiny bird. man, he was just too cute.