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“He’s not changed a bit. Still as overly formal as ever.”

Short drabble between an Owl and a Sparrow "Why do you have hair covering your face all the time? Isn't it hard to see? Aren't brown bloods supposed to be brown? You look more like an orangy brown." Owrlyn sighed, continuing to work methodically on making a remedy for colds. She glanced over her shoulder, seeing the inquisitive little sparrow standing expectantly behind her. Seoine was curious about her today, it seemed. "It is occasionally challenging to see, but I like it this way." Well, harder now that she lost some sight in one eye, but it wasn't horrible. Not so much that someone could tell. "And the color is called amber. Though for all intents and purposes, brown is my blood caste, and I'm more than happy to try and fit in. Goddesses know we are already strange enough to others with our appearances." The healer answered, speaking in a very monotoned voice as she worked. "So why don't you like any of Siwane's other moms? You seem grumpier around them all the time. And why are we living with you? Siwane said she used to live between Eri's nest and the underground hive." Seoine continued her questioning, firing off more before rocking back on her talons excitedly. Owrlyn supposed she never answered these questions before. Besides, the little house Martin that Seoine has as a Hatchmate to never questioned much that her guardians did- much less the healer. "I don't.... Dislike.. Them. Distrust would be a better word, I suppose? Animosity... Maybe." Did she seem like she disliked them? She really didn't. Cyeryl would know by now that she was loved a lot by the owl. In a maternal sort of way. She got along fine with the fox, sort of. She just doesn't stay near her for very long and that worked. Shanae was-... Shanae... Owrlyn really didn't know anymore about what she thought about her. Oh well, there was plenty of time to sit on that thought. "I simply don't like to be around others for an extended period of time." The owl was about to answer the third question, before being cut off with "but if you dislike other trolls, why are you letting us stay here?" Owrlyn blinked, set her supplies down, and turned around. Even with her hair down, the disapproving and irritated expression conveyed her emotions clearly enough. "Fledgling, do not twist my words when I give you clear answers. I like other trolls, else I wouldn't have pledged my life to healing. I just do not like being /around/ others very long. You and Siwane are here because I have room to let you both stay here indefinitely, and Cyeryl asked me." Owrlyn huffed, almost indignantly, before getting back to her work. Presently she only needed to bottle the resulting powder for long term storage. "Okay... But do you like us?" Seoine prompted as the owl went to go off and put her medicine into basement storage. Owrlyn stopped, seeming to ponder this quietly. She could almost feel the disappointment from the sparrow before turning around. The healer picked up Seoine, and carefully set the small giggling fledging on her shoulders. With her inquisitive 'daughter' balanced and holding on, Owrlyn started back to her storage rooms. "Perhaps." Extra: "So does this mean you won't kick us out?" "Child, even if I wanted to do that, I'm fairly certain it's too late to consider it."

A drabble of Porret and Owrlyn Just a short dialogue really. "You... Really have been keeping the avian history. Parchment from before the Burning is illegal to own, Miss Venivir." Porret shuffled through ancient texts, all predating his very own library's existence. Despite the disapproving monotone voice he spoke in, the Raven was clearly happy to even be holding the papers in his hands judging by the way his feathers were ruffled. "Porret, I've known you since you've hatched. Calling me by my name is allowed." Owrlyn sighed, quietly sitting next to the younger avian as they both worked on transcribing all the documents she had brought into the raven's archives. It had been Shanae's idea, really, to do this. Owrlyn otherwise would have continued to hide away all the documentation of her species, which had been thought to be destroyed history. She supposed it was better this way, for someone else to hold copies. Porret was reliable enough and sensible. He'd keep these documents a secret. "Archivist laws require scribes to assume any other class higher than our own, thus deserving of a title. Avian laws also dictate that since my blood caste is what it is, I am to consider my life a gift, and below all others." The Raven responded methodically, writing in his neat and concise way as he spoke. "Your fledgling purple, she is unorthodox. I, however, am... Glad.. That you raised her this way." Owrlyn scoffed, looking up at Porret to give him an incredulous look- through her hair of course. "You are a perfectly fine avian, worthy of respect from the Eagles even with how hard you work. Dropping a title for me or your other friends is not a crime, and neither of us would see it so." She lightly scolded, if only because she had been doing so for most of his life. "I assure you I do as necessary, Miss Venivir. Cyeryl has no title because we're hatchmates. I am not quite sure about the other trolls you associate with though. Quite frankly, the only reason I associate with them is because you and Miss Kurona introduced me. Even then, I have... Been rather unsure of whether or not she's comfortable with me around." Porret paused, a perplexed look coming across his features. "She is Cyeryl's matesprit, yes? I have to say, I never assumed my Hatchmate would have the luck of finding someone patient enough to stand her." The scribe squawked as Owrlyn lightly smacked his shoulder with her wing. "Hush, child. While I share your sentiment, that's rude to say. And, believe it or not, no one quite dislikes you. Uncertain, maybe, since you are new to them, but dislike? Never. You've already looked after the two fledglings before. I'm sure that says volumes about how you're trusted." "Trusted, not liked, dear owl." Owrlyn hissed under her breath in annoyance, and continued writing. "Does nothing please or convince you?" "On the contrary. I am finally talking to my hatchmate again. We have been doing this.. 'Texting' that you introduced me to before. I have met two unconventional fledglings that will grow up to be free thinking without a flock's mind set, and I have been introduced to two non-Avians. One of which, cannot fly, and the other sporting odd magical potential for a normal being. It's interesting, and I am extremely pleased to be able to further my research beyond avian civilizations." Porret rambled on, not noticing his companion face palming quietly next to him. "Porret.... Not everything is something to research. I think they might find it rude, actually. Not everyone likes being put under your little scope." Owrlyn reached over, patting the Raven. "Oh, I don't have the time to question them really. It's just observations I've noticed from time to time. It's interesting. Did you know we're actually the strange ones to their culture? There are trolls who have gills, and fins! And two blood colors Avians have never seen before! And we're seen as mutants? Fascinating." Porret actually looked up from his work, purple eyes sparkling in amazement. Owrlyn could only bring herself to smile slightly. She hadn't seen him this excited about something since he officially became The Archivist for the flocks. Oh well, as long as he was positive about all this interacting, she assumed everything would work out just fine. "You are such a silly Raven, Porret. I'm glad you're enjoying all this change as much as you are."

Just a little dialogue between two hatchmates. "Tae I love you, but if you speak about this to anyone I will break my oath and no one will find you." Owrlyn took a sip of her tea, having said that with a perfectly straight face after sharing another story with her visitor. A tall, lanky avian with bright Jade eyes blinked at her from across the table, and then threw his head back to laugh merrily. Slender, graceful wings of a crane shook behind him as he did so. "Oh my feathers! Lyn! /Lyn!/ You actually went on a date? And you didn't invite me??? For /shame!/" The crane chuckled when he had had his laugh, grinning playfully over to his owl double. "Pardon me if I didn't have time to write to you in the midst of this." Owrlyn spoke dismissively, Amber eyes looking away with a bored expression. Though, the little smile showing on her lips betrayed her amusement. Taevir clutched his heart dramatically, feigning a wounded look. "Lyn! You hurt me so! How could you forget your own hatchmate! Oh how painful this is! Could you ever heal my broken heart?" The healer glanced over, snorting and finally starting to laugh as she scooped up a rubber stopper to toss it at her hatchmate. Which, was caught as he made a cheeky grin. "I'm the wrong kind of person to ask for that Tae and you know it. Would it help if I let you stay the night? Goodness knows you probably haven't thought to reserve a room somewhere else." "Oh mother bless you and your heart of frozen warmth. I'd love to stay here again. It's like we're fledglings again! Especially with you and your eyes whose color was apparent from hatching!" Tae cackled as he caught the second stopper thrown at him, not even flinching at the withering look he received. "But do tell me, nest sister of mine, how was was your ever so short time of being outside? And why have you still not a Matesprit when you're such an adorable a- ack!" He reeled at the toss of a third stopper, this one hitting him straight on the nose. "Tae, flattery and lies will get you nowhere. If I don't have quadrants, it's simply because I'd rather not tell others if I like them. Surely, anyone would be better off with someone not me." Owrlyn huffed, firmly believing this to be true. She was, after all, practically a shut in. "Though it was... Nice, being out, and dressing in something else, I suppose. I'd rather never do that again, but it was a pleasant experience that I'm grateful I got to have." She smiled warmly, very pleased with having done at least one thing out of the ordinary. "How sweet you are when you're being honest about something. I almost want to thank this Shanae person because I haven't seen you this expressive in a long while! It's refreshing." "/Tae./" The crane laughed as he was given a glare that could kill and raised his hands up for mercy. "I won't! I won't! Avian's honor. Although speaking of others, how's the troublemaker and her partner in crimes of cuteness?" Taevir placed his elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand to listen to his sibling. "Eri? She's surprisingly okay here. I was a little worried because her matesprit is...." She made a face. "Unconventional. But, they seem good for each other, so I won't bother her. I swear, that idiot gets herself roped up in the most impossible situations." Owrlyn sighed, and then smiled again slightly. "Siwane is doing good though. I'm happy at least one child is safe from the flocks. Her tail won't be clipped here, and she's loved and cared for. She did have an accident that her wing earlier... But, it's reassuring to know that it was an accident, and that she can take her time learning. You know how the flight instructors always liked to be cruel to the fledglings that were a little slow... And being a purple blood she... well, needless to say, she's growing up to be a fine avian. This is the best possible place for her I think." "Lyn, Owl of my heart, you are so cute when you are worried about others." Owrlyn paused as Tae cooed those words in a teasing voice. She calmly placed her cup down, then took a sharp breath. "Taevir Venihi, for once in your soon to be shortened life, /shut. up./"

The rattle of chains and snap of bones, wills, and spirits breaking. Crack of a whip, a cry of pain and scream of anger. The scent of blood and decay overpowering in a defeated atmosphere made of iron and stone. The creak of a rusted door and the glint of a shark toothed smile slammed into your senses before everything stopped.Panic. Panic. Panic.Feel the screeching terror bubble and choke in your throat as memories fall to pieces and dissolve into nothing.You don’t know this place.This silence where brews bubble quietly in their stands and the smell of alchemy and herbs staunch the air. Fear twists sharp claws over your chest as pin points of Jade glance around.Empty.No one was here? No one was watching the bubbles and the fires or tending to books?You felt the warm wooden walls at your sides as your legs gave out.Tired. Scared. Where am I?You didn’t know.You didn’t know anything anymore.The sounds of snarls and screams still rang in your ears, backdrops compared to the slow melody of this peace playing through science.It wasn’t okay.It wasn’t okay.You’ve had these hallucinations before.Dreams of idealistic times when everything hurt too much and your mind shattered into pieces again and again and again. Thud.Forehead to the floor and stomach heaving you curled up in fear as vile wretchedness left.Fear.The taste of terror burns at your throat and mouth. There’s no freedom or niceties here.You felt the shackles and heard the clink clink of forbidden keys in these crystal cut memories. These truths.Vile,Wretched.Pain and hurt and fear.You’re scared.So scared.These vials whisper lies in bubbly peace and the soft creaking wood screams out pain. Lies.The scent of betrayal of self burns as acid in your nose as broken hands clench ragged hair.You don’t want to go back.It’s dark.Dark.Please.Don’t let them take me away.Please.I’m scared.Help m e.

Goodness Gracious I'm sorry that I can't shorten it at the moment and it's kinda long on mobile. I wrote a little Drabble about my crow babb, if you wanna read it. All was silent All was still. For tonight, the Alternian moons shone over the sprawling forest landscape in an area untouched by the usual populace of the planet. Uncountable stars sparkled, spread across the vast empty sea of space above. The almost dead breeze breathed across the trees, swaying their leaves soundlessly. The tranquility was touched upon by wings beats softly sounding in the far reaches. A figure cloaked in black flew over with wings darker than the night itself, skimming over the tree tops and keeping low. There was a teal glow where their eyes would be, and a rather somber expression overall. This flight had been a while coming, and it was long, but nearing the end. The right wing, noticeably more ruffled than the other, was recently healed and finally in working condition for long flights. That being said, the traveller felt the need to return home for one sole purpose. Home, being the grounds of which her old tribe laid claims. One of the few Avian tribes left, in fact. That was of no concern however, as the task at hand was far more important. The destination was set at a cave opening at the base of the a mountain, the biggest of the range and the back bone of the two tribes on either side it loomed over. Mooncatcher, some have named it in their many lore. Be what it may be, the crow alighted on the mossy ground right outside the opening. She looked it over, noting the orderly language symbols covering the walls going inside. With a fluid motion the avian removed her cloak to hang it on a branch outside, walking in with talons clicking quietly on the cold rock floor. She appreciated all the carvings done into the wall, recognizing most of them as titles to legends and epics of avian stories. As much as the writings were interesting, more so was the dim candlelit glow and scratching noise of a pen coming from within the rooms ahead. A larger avian, hunched over at his desk with a furiously scribbling quill in his hands, sat inside. Cyeryl could notice the place had not changed in her month of absence, the raven still buried under a mound of scrolls, scriptures, books, and whatever whatnot he'd write endlessly. The same soothing smell of ink and parchment still reigned strong as well. The crow clearly saw that her hatchmate was still rather underfed, overworked, and exhausted from his usual stubborn refrain from sleep. His feathers and hair were messy and unclean with ink splotches, to be clean later. His robes, bless the elders for giving him the comfiest scribe robes, were still frayed at the joints and stained everywhere. The thief gave a cough, the writer's head raising with a snap. Cyeryl winced, realizing he had probably not gotten up for nights. The fact that he was tired only added to the rapidly tense air in the room. "Porret, I'm back." She said with a wide grin, nervousness hidden just underneath. "As I see." The raven turned around in his chair to look at his thief, tired pale blue eyes gazing at her with an unidentifiable emotion. "I-" "Pray tell, what were you up to for an entire month? Galavanting off with your wingless crush and defying orders again? Or did they finally see the wisdom in refusing your company?" Porret cut her off before even one word, each of his calm and stagnant. He had probably waited to say that for days coming. Cyeryl flinched as they were spoken to her, looking a little irritated that he had started on this so early. It wasn't smart to get riled up so easily or soon though. "My wing broke when I fell out of a building wrong, so I stayed with my /mATESPRIt/ while it healed. My apologies if staying with someone I love upset you." Her answer had a soft hiss at the quadrant. Porret silently narrowed his eyes at the crow. This argument had been batted back and forth between them for some time after the thief's actions in the past got them both kicked from being inside the protection of the tribes. "You realize you'll have to come back and stand trial. You'll have to take responsibility for once on the matter of us getting sent to live out here. Your bloodline rests on this too. Mine should be fine since the tribes need a scribe that can keep up with them... But you're.." "Useless?" Cyeryl's feathers puffed out in anger as she felt a growl at the back of her throat. "I might have been the reason we had to leave, but the fact that you constantly hold it over my head will not make me go back. You've used that excuse to leave me to die before! You've always had YOUR interests before my life, and I'm sick of listening to you constantly vindicating me for being alive!" Her voice grew steadily louder with each argument, black talons starting to dig into the hard floor. "Cyeryl-" The raven started. "NO! I'm not going to listen to you anymore! I have, for the past TWENTY FIVE SWEEPS! I keep thinking you'll change, you selfish fucking excuse for an avian! I was left to die the last time I asked you for help! You KNOW I can't help it when I get the urge to steal and I ASKED for you to help me Porret! I begged, on my knees, for you to find some way to shut these voices up!" Cyeryl was shaking by now as she yelled her anger at her hatchmate. Porret's eyes were certainly wide as he heard her voice drop with a crack in it. "You know what you did that day, Porret? When I asked for help? You turned your back and said I DESERVED THIS! I NEVER ASKED TO BE THIS WAY, AND YOU KNEW IT." With a stamp on the ground and a vicious snarl, the crow breathed heavily after her fury. She could barely see through the teal tears she hadn't even noticed were now dropping down her cheeks. "And I don't care, about that stupid mother bird thing or whatever. I'm never continuing my lineage if this is what they'll go through, if they have to have their own family turn their backs on them. Well you know what? I'm never coming back. I have a home and someone who's fine with who I am. I... I don't know if she'll want me around for much longer, but at least I'm happy, and that's infinitely more than this place has and ever will do!" There wasn't even time for Porret to get up when she ran out, the crow taking to the skies instantly while snagging her cloak. It was unlikely the scribe would follow her, much less fly. He never was good at it in the first place. Back home the traveller would fly again with the moon's light on her wings. Back home to the quiet treehouse she'd stay and mope around for however long until she either caved and visited her fox, or the other way around happened. Either way, it would let the avian shove everything from tonight back down into memories she'd rather never keep. Besides, she still had a certain gift to obtain soon, hopefully without any broken bones in this attempt.