“Mom mom mom! I made an acquaintance today! She freely gave me this feather necklace that I can use to find her again”

Peeta holds up the necklace so Beau could get a better look

The boy smiles brightly and said wings start to flutter in his excitement

Oché stands at the edge of the water in the cove, looking at all the siren babies

Oché returns the trill, hers sounds….different from the sirens, more chittering, almost bird like but not quite

A lot of them are just instinctual thoughts, and In siren, too.

Ponyo pauses, turning to the crowd, then back at Oché

“Maybe, do you know any games where I can keep my wings dry?”

Ponyo thinks

Ponyo dives down to find a shell, then comes back

Oché nods excitedly. Keeping her eye on the shell she hovers above the water in preparation for the game.

There’s a cacophony of delighted sounds as one of the litttle sirens catch the shell, panicking as they try to decide where to throw it— before they are declared “out”

Oché smiles, shes glowing a little in excitement as the game progresses.

Finally, a siren whistles and points at Oché, chittering excitedly.

Ponyo chitters happily, scenting Oché

It takes a moment for Oché to feel it. In that moment she could only think to herself ‘so that’s what color my blood is’ before the pain kicks in and is telepathically blasted to everyone around her.

The babies all make distressed noises and duck down, Ponyo reels back. That was supposed to be a play bite! Why did that HURT?!

Oché doesnt know how to process all the pain pain pain. Shes never been hurt before, having spent most of her life as a tumor and then the rest in the relatively safe company of her family and it’s so much!

Ponyo panics, calling for mama, who swims over.

The song makes everything feel… fuzzy and far away. If she wanted to she could probably fight through this feeling, but she doesn’t want to fight. She hurts… so instead she lets herself lean into that far away feeling.

Oché stands at the edge of the water in the cove, looking at all the siren babies

Oché returns the trill, hers sounds….different from the sirens, more chittering, almost bird like but not quite

A lot of them are just instinctual thoughts, and In siren, too.

Ponyo pauses, turning to the crowd, then back at Oché

“Maybe, do you know any games where I can keep my wings dry?”

Ponyo thinks

Ponyo dives down to find a shell, then comes back

Oché nods excitedly. Keeping her eye on the shell she hovers above the water in preparation for the game.

There’s a cacophony of delighted sounds as one of the litttle sirens catch the shell, panicking as they try to decide where to throw it— before they are declared “out”

Oché smiles, shes glowing a little in excitement as the game progresses.

Finally, a siren whistles and points at Oché, chittering excitedly.

Ponyo chitters happily, scenting Oché

It takes a moment for Oché to feel it. In that moment she could only think to herself ‘so that’s what color my blood is’ before the pain kicks in and is telepathically blasted to everyone around her.

The babies all make distressed noises and duck down, Ponyo reels back. That was supposed to be a play bite! Why did that HURT?!

Oché doesnt know how to process all the pain pain pain. Shes never been hurt before, having spent most of her life as a tumor and then the rest in the relatively safe company of her family and it’s so much!

Ponyo panics, calling for mama, who swims over.

The song makes everything feel… fuzzy and far away. If she wanted to she could probably fight through this feeling, but she doesn’t want to fight. She hurts… so instead she lets herself lean into that far away feeling.

“Mom mom mom! I made an acquaintance today! She freely gave me this feather necklace that I can use to find her again”

Peeta holds up the necklace so Beau could get a better look

Omg another fae! Dad said there might be more showing up once the court was founded but I didn’t think itd be till I was big! :D

The boy appears to be 11 with green eyes, auburn hair, and fluffy red wings that look rather moth like. Theres a tear in his right wing from a recent flying accident but the rip appears to have been both lovingly and professionally patched up.

Peeta steps forward but he seems a little embarrassed at the mention of his injury

"It is very normal indeed. But wings are very delicate, little mothling. And wings like yours do not heal well if left alone. I happen to have a soft spot for little ones and a gift for healing. And do not worry about any favors. This is a gift freely given."

Peeta pouts, miss Menea sounded very much like dad does in that moment. They were always saying how fragile his wings are and how easy it was for them to heal wrong or not at all but they still patched him up using their entomology knowledge and every time he’s healed up just fine. Peeta thinks the adults might be exaggerating just a bit but it’s kind of nice to be worried over so he doesn’t mind it too much.

The compliment brings a warm joyful red glow to Peetas aura.

"I noticed, little mothling. And your skill at this young an age is admirable. I am willing to play with you when I have the time to share. Humans have very skilled players in their own court. They are lawyers, I think. Your parents are doing an admirable job with you."

“You’re willing to play?! Does that make us friends?”

"Acquaintances for now. We only just met after all. But I see a possibility for a deeper connection of friendship here. And yes, there is no color I dislike. Only the absence of color. I am partial to green, but this is more because most plants are green."

Peeta nods in agreement “acquaintances then”

"I can understand that. I appreciate your effort in pulling your emotions in. It is beneficial for me to stay clear-headed." She hums in thought and lazily pulls at one of the thin, silvery strands surrounding her. A feather appears in her hand, large enough to be from a human-sized bird. Fluffy and definitely from a hatchling. Her hands quickly weave it into leather strings and hold the necklace out.

Peeta accepts the gift and takes another big breath to stay composed, not wanting to overwhelm his new acquaintance(!!!! Maybe future friend!!!)

Omg another fae! Dad said there might be more showing up once the court was founded but I didn’t think itd be till I was big! :D

The boy appears to be 11 with green eyes, auburn hair, and fluffy red wings that look rather moth like. Theres a tear in his right wing from a recent flying accident but the rip appears to have been both lovingly and professionally patched up.

Peeta steps forward but he seems a little embarrassed at the mention of his injury

"It is very normal indeed. But wings are very delicate, little mothling. And wings like yours do not heal well if left alone. I happen to have a soft spot for little ones and a gift for healing. And do not worry about any favors. This is a gift freely given."

Peeta pouts, miss Menea sounded very much like dad does in that moment. They were always saying how fragile his wings are and how easy it was for them to heal wrong or not at all but they still patched him up using their entomology knowledge and every time he’s healed up just fine. Peeta thinks the adults might be exaggerating just a bit but it’s kind of nice to be worried over so he doesn’t mind it too much.

The compliment brings a warm joyful red glow to Peetas aura.

"I noticed, little mothling. And your skill at this young an age is admirable. I am willing to play with you when I have the time to share. Humans have very skilled players in their own court. They are lawyers, I think. Your parents are doing an admirable job with you."

“You’re willing to play?! Does that make us friends?”

"Acquaintances for now. We only just met after all. But I see a possibility for a deeper connection of friendship here. And yes, there is no color I dislike. Only the absence of color. I am partial to green, but this is more because most plants are green."

Peeta nods in agreement “acquaintances then”

"I can understand that. I appreciate your effort in pulling your emotions in. It is beneficial for me to stay clear-headed." She hums in thought and lazily pulls at one of the thin, silvery strands surrounding her. A feather appears in her hand, large enough to be from a human-sized bird. Fluffy and definitely from a hatchling. Her hands quickly weave it into leather strings and hold the necklace out.

Peeta accepts the gift and takes another big breath to stay composed, not wanting to overwhelm his new acquaintance(!!!! Maybe future friend!!!)

Oché stands at the edge of the water in the cove, looking at all the siren babies

Oché returns the trill, hers sounds….different from the sirens, more chittering, almost bird like but not quite

A lot of them are just instinctual thoughts, and In siren, too.

Ponyo pauses, turning to the crowd, then back at Oché

“Maybe, do you know any games where I can keep my wings dry?”

Ponyo thinks

Ponyo dives down to find a shell, then comes back

Oché nods excitedly. Keeping her eye on the shell she hovers above the water in preparation for the game.

There’s a cacophony of delighted sounds as one of the litttle sirens catch the shell, panicking as they try to decide where to throw it— before they are declared “out”

Oché smiles, shes glowing a little in excitement as the game progresses.

Finally, a siren whistles and points at Oché, chittering excitedly.

Ponyo chitters happily, scenting Oché

It takes a moment for Oché to feel it. In that moment she could only think to herself ‘so that’s what color my blood is’ before the pain kicks in and is telepathically blasted to everyone around her.

The babies all make distressed noises and duck down, Ponyo reels back. That was supposed to be a play bite! Why did that HURT?!

Oché doesnt know how to process all the pain pain pain. Shes never been hurt before, having spent most of her life as a tumor and then the rest in the relatively safe company of her family and it’s so much!

Oché stands at the edge of the water in the cove, looking at all the siren babies

Oché returns the trill, hers sounds….different from the sirens, more chittering, almost bird like but not quite

A lot of them are just instinctual thoughts, and In siren, too.

Ponyo pauses, turning to the crowd, then back at Oché

“Maybe, do you know any games where I can keep my wings dry?”

Ponyo thinks

Ponyo dives down to find a shell, then comes back

Oché nods excitedly. Keeping her eye on the shell she hovers above the water in preparation for the game.

There’s a cacophony of delighted sounds as one of the litttle sirens catch the shell, panicking as they try to decide where to throw it— before they are declared “out”

Oché smiles, shes glowing a little in excitement as the game progresses.

Finally, a siren whistles and points at Oché, chittering excitedly.

Ponyo chitters happily, scenting Oché

It takes a moment for Oché to feel it. In that moment she could only think to herself ‘so that’s what color my blood is’ before the pain kicks in and is telepathically blasted to everyone around her.

Oché stands at the edge of the water in the cove, looking at all the siren babies

Oché returns the trill, hers sounds….different from the sirens, more chittering, almost bird like but not quite

A lot of them are just instinctual thoughts, and In siren, too.

Ponyo pauses, turning to the crowd, then back at Oché

“Maybe, do you know any games where I can keep my wings dry?”

Ponyo thinks

Ponyo dives down to find a shell, then comes back

Oché nods excitedly. Keeping her eye on the shell she hovers above the water in preparation for the game.

There’s a cacophony of delighted sounds as one of the litttle sirens catch the shell, panicking as they try to decide where to throw it— before they are declared “out”

Oché smiles, shes glowing a little in excitement as the game progresses.

Finally, a siren whistles and points at Oché, chittering excitedly.

Ponyo chitters happily, scenting Oché

Oché stands at the edge of the water in the cove, looking at all the siren babies

Oché returns the trill, hers sounds….different from the sirens, more chittering, almost bird like but not quite

A lot of them are just instinctual thoughts, and In siren, too.

Ponyo pauses, turning to the crowd, then back at Oché

“Maybe, do you know any games where I can keep my wings dry?”

Ponyo thinks

Ponyo dives down to find a shell, then comes back

Oché nods excitedly. Keeping her eye on the shell she hovers above the water in preparation for the game.

There’s a cacophony of delighted sounds as one of the litttle sirens catch the shell, panicking as they try to decide where to throw it— before they are declared “out”

Oché smiles, shes glowing a little in excitement as the game progresses.

Finally, a siren whistles and points at Oché, chittering excitedly.

Omg another fae! Dad said there might be more showing up once the court was founded but I didn’t think itd be till I was big! :D

The boy appears to be 11 with green eyes, auburn hair, and fluffy red wings that look rather moth like. Theres a tear in his right wing from a recent flying accident but the rip appears to have been both lovingly and professionally patched up.

Peeta steps forward but he seems a little embarrassed at the mention of his injury

"It is very normal indeed. But wings are very delicate, little mothling. And wings like yours do not heal well if left alone. I happen to have a soft spot for little ones and a gift for healing. And do not worry about any favors. This is a gift freely given."

Peeta pouts, miss Menea sounded very much like dad does in that moment. They were always saying how fragile his wings are and how easy it was for them to heal wrong or not at all but they still patched him up using their entomology knowledge and every time he’s healed up just fine. Peeta thinks the adults might be exaggerating just a bit but it’s kind of nice to be worried over so he doesn’t mind it too much.

The compliment brings a warm joyful red glow to Peetas aura.

"I noticed, little mothling. And your skill at this young an age is admirable. I am willing to play with you when I have the time to share. Humans have very skilled players in their own court. They are lawyers, I think. Your parents are doing an admirable job with you."

“You’re willing to play?! Does that make us friends?”

"Acquaintances for now. We only just met after all. But I see a possibility for a deeper connection of friendship here. And yes, there is no color I dislike. Only the absence of color. I am partial to green, but this is more because most plants are green."

Peeta nods in agreement “acquaintances then”

Oché stands at the edge of the water in the cove, looking at all the siren babies

Oché returns the trill, hers sounds….different from the sirens, more chittering, almost bird like but not quite

A lot of them are just instinctual thoughts, and In siren, too.

Ponyo pauses, turning to the crowd, then back at Oché

“Maybe, do you know any games where I can keep my wings dry?”

Ponyo thinks

Ponyo dives down to find a shell, then comes back

Oché nods excitedly. Keeping her eye on the shell she hovers above the water in preparation for the game.

There’s a cacophony of delighted sounds as one of the litttle sirens catch the shell, panicking as they try to decide where to throw it— before they are declared “out”

Oché smiles, shes glowing a little in excitement as the game progresses.

Finally, a siren whistles and points at Oché, chittering excitedly.

Oché stands at the edge of the water in the cove, looking at all the siren babies

Oché returns the trill, hers sounds….different from the sirens, more chittering, almost bird like but not quite

A lot of them are just instinctual thoughts, and In siren, too.

Ponyo pauses, turning to the crowd, then back at Oché

“Maybe, do you know any games where I can keep my wings dry?”

Ponyo thinks

Ponyo dives down to find a shell, then comes back

Oché nods excitedly. Keeping her eye on the shell she hovers above the water in preparation for the game.

There’s a cacophony of delighted sounds as one of the litttle sirens catch the shell, panicking as they try to decide where to throw it— before they are declared “out”

Oché smiles, shes glowing a little in excitement as the game progresses.