;; { bluebird }

"Who said I hadn’t already? I lost part of it when I was nine."

    "I mean don't get physically lost.      Losing all of your head is a result      of that."

          Lost… indeed. A wrong turn           and she had ended up here,           further from her kingdom than           she had ever meant to flee.                                   but then perhaps that was                                   for the best anyways…                 “My mind is intact, for now,                  but indeed my body is lost.                  Do you happen to know                  your way around?”

   "Try to keep it intact then. It's kind     of hard not to around here, trust me.     I'm beginning to lose mine and the     days feel longer."            Beatrice shook her small head, flying down            to a lower branch to hear the quiet woman            a bit better. She was radiant, beautiful. Yet            why was she wearing such little clothing on            such a cold night?   "I sort of do. Only the parts I've been     to. It's a little late for traveling, though."

   (💧) A sudden and brief stop in her step,                      the gem turned towards the direction that the small                      pleading was coming from. With a quick rush over,                      she finds the bird that is so inconveniently ensnared                      in plant life. Ever quiet, her azure-colored, cold hands                      go to work trying to free the small creature. Forget                      questioning why it could talk; it was a winged being                               just as herself, therefore it deserved to be                                                        f r e e.

   The quiet footsteps she had thought she     heard were indeed footsteps, as they came    to a halt when Beatrice had cried out. She    sighed with relief, trying to keep still so the    thorns wouldn't dig into her as much as they    were now.     She would worry about why the girl who was    helping her was blue later. Something that made    her curious, but it was not the time to ask. Once    she was set free, Beatrice spread out her wings    and looped around once over, what was a smile    was on her beak. "Thank you so much! I thought    I would have died there."

"You’re welcome. You don’t have to owe me anything, unless you want too."

   "I mean, I probably should help you.      Bluebird honor! Also, you're in the...     the Unknown. You're probably going     to need some help."

'I like to call it 'exploring' but I guess ’LOST' works, too !                                 …So can you help me ?’

   "I mean I guess I can help you.     You remind me of a couple of     goofs I helped out awhile back.     Where did you come from anyway?"

   "Don't understand why that things getting offended.      I'm a bird. Is there anything really to be offended     about? I'm pointing out the obvious stuff, and about     to offer you some help."

    "Any other questions? Because I        have some of my own that        I’d like answers to..”

   "Why would a bat have special meaning      to you? They're nasty, crude! One started     a fight with me just because I took a worm     they supposedly 'claimed'. Do they even      eat worms? I wouldn't know."     Beatrice heaved a sigh, shaking her tiny     head. This man seemed a lot like the      woodsman, just less loud. Same amount     of crazy though. "What questions have you     got, old man?"

"There you go." She smiled lightly.

   "Thank you! That's much better.     I guess I should... owe you something,     right? I mean, that's how things work     in the bluebird world."

Holy crap, a bird was talking to her. You can freak out about this later, Terra. It—her? it sounded female—needed help. "Uh," Terra swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, sure. Just stop moving. That’ll make it worse.” Terra knelt down in front of the bush that the bird got itself trapped in and as gently as she could, removed the thorny root that was on her. Holding the now free bluebird in her hands, she gently pulled her out of the bush and stood up. "There. All better. How’d you get stuck in there, anyway?"

   The fearful feeling that engulfed Beatrice before    had quickly vanished. She had thought she would    be stuck there forever. If she had, she would never    have forgiven herself. Her family would be damned    to be bluebirds forever. Just as the girl had took the    prickly vines off of her neck, Beatrice wanted to cry.    "A wind took over my flight path and whisked me     into the bushes. You could say my wings aren't    the strongest things about me," she sighed, shaking    her head. "Well, you helped me out. I owe you a    favor now. Are you lost?"

human bea with wings is my favorite 

wonder how those boys are doing