Sunset Valley weaving baskets

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oh my, he was really upset with her touching him. She wondered if it was because he was afraid she would eat him or the fact that she had startled him. chirp, chirp, chirp. his aggravated song caused his earth spotted wings to ruffle, effectively puffing him up into a rather adorable ball of feathers. though she was unhappy with the fact she had scared the little creature, she could not help but press her nose into his chest once more. "ouch! she yelped as his beak pecked down on her sensitive nose, if she had to guess, the little puff ball was proud of himself for backing her off but his chirps soon became loud once more when another canine came into play.

that's a unique way of hunting birds.

her eyes flickered to the dark brown girl with a diamond marking, her head tilted in confusion. hunt, birds? that was a thing? she had never seen anyone hunt one of these flying creatures, she shared meals with much bigger ones before but never ate one of them. "no, no, no. I would not hunt him!" she exclaimed sweetly as her tail began to wag fiercely behind her, "he's too pretty!" as if understanding her the yellow breasted lark smoothed out his feathers before streaking out his little wings in a display before tucking them back at his side.

the child beamed at the bird as if to say, see! pretty!