Etymarchen
Marchenliebe
< VII >
The bird took a large, deep breath. It was fine beforehand that Besitter did not respond to her query--he, after all, presented it in a manner that would intrigue her. It was, by her own eyes, something that was in the control--the hands of another--but this...this pillar--
What the heck?? Did that feeling not come from this stupid stone then?? Or was somebody making her out to be a goddamn fool?!!? Ahhh...no, no, no, no, no, no--it was this damned stone. Yes, yes, this damned stone that was making her out to be a God-forsaken fool--which, she probably was, considering the fact that she became this goddamned, tiny, useless little bird in the first place--but it wasn't as if she hadn't acknowledged it. It wasn't as if she didn't already know this--it wasn't as if she wanted to be reminded of this--
Raising her head and beak with frustration, she would proceed to angrily peck and scratch helplessly at the pillar--at least, before a laughter (from Ophenia) would erupt--disrupting her originally intended progression as the bird would clear its throat--chirping as cutely as she could muster. Instead, the chirp would come out somewhat awkwardly--as if there were a crackling growling in her throat.
Realizing the strangeness of the noise that retreated from her throat, she would clear her throat thrice more. "...A-Ahem...Ahem! Err...yes," she bobbed her head about, "you'd be right, Ophenia. This color is quite easy to stain with even the smallest smidgens of impurity. Once it is tainted, it is tainted forever," she mused back, her voice calming alongside the bobbing of which she had previously exuded. "Perhaps such stains may be hidden, but never are they truly, truly gone. I ought to be quite careful with this...unique coloration..."
For the rest of her time upon the pillar, the bird would simply seat herself coolly upon it--eventually accepting the realization perhaps that she would never be able to realize what it was that feeling was. It was not the first time she would find herself forced to reach such a conclusion, but in the eyes of the present, it was one she found memorable for then--even as that strange "missing" feeling remained.
Silent would she remain, suddenly present upon Ophenia's interjection--rather excited regarding the realization of the idea for a sleeping party, once again finding herself upon another chuckle as she would follow along the group to begin their departure, flying upon Finn's shoulder for good safety and measure as she would address Ophenia, attempting to ignore, shake off the previously lingering feeling.
"I suppose a sleeping party it could be an enjoyable time, Ophenia, though I must ask...what sorts of enjoyable evening activities could there even be...?"