I'm an ex-parrot pinin' for the fjords [Avocet]

[avocet]

Maybe Manikin isn’t so bad.

Avocet doesn’t have the reasoning to form that precise thought yet but she distracts herself with other things. (There are many, various noises coming from the other wing of Popinjay but Avocet takes the opportunity to enjoy her milk by himself. There are no sounds from his side and the long-limbed colt prides himself in his ability to be quieter than his sister.)

The peace doesn’t last long.

Something grazes a hind leg and instinctually, Avocet quickly lifts it. His ears pin and somewhere between raising his leg and turning his head to squeal angrily at the intruder, Avocet tumbles to the ground again. It takes him less time to rise than it had before but he is looking furiously at her while she is studying him. If the bay colt could accuse her of it, he’d call her Cheshire.

Instead, he just glowers.

"Maw!” Avocet pleads, pressing himself into Popinjay’s sides while he watches his younger sister with untrusting brown eyes. "Maw! Maw! Maw!" He says again, in case she hadn’t heard him the first four times.

@[Manikin]