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fine feathers for fine birds (4/?)
Bird geekery continues. Short even for this 'verse, but I'll take anything at this point in the block.
Late that afternoon, when the sunbeams were lazy and long and the ravens had come down from the trees and were trying to rouse their boy from his pensive funk by presenting him with shiny objects, the door to the little house opened again.
Corbin looked up and tried to swallow the surge of hope that rose in his throat at the sound of squeakng hinges.
It was not Columba: Columba walked with grace and precision, her doves perched on her shoulders like quiet guardians. Whoever this was was loud and exuberant, chattery. Wild, noisy blurs of blue feathers trailed in her wake.
"Hi." she said cheerfully, sticking out a hand. "I'm Jaye, Col's sister. You need anything?"
"You're not going to tell me to quit?"
"Eh, you'll do what you want." One of her flock - a Steller juvenile with its blue adult feathers just growing in - landed on her shoulder and chattered something in her ear. She tipped her head and grinned at it, scratching the top of its head with a blue-tipped fingernail. "We're Corvidae, both of us - nobody tells us what to do, am I right?"
Corwin smiled a little. "Yeah, you are."
"Anyway, I'll try and haul Col's tail out here soon. She's just skittish - doves." Jaye rolled her eyes. "Any chance you can get that hawk-boy to come back sometime? He was pretty dreamy."
"Sure thing. I - I really do just want to talk to her, you know." He held out a shiny pebble, something one of the ravens had brought. "Thanks, Jaye."
"Yeah, I know. Anything for a fellow Corvidae." Jaye winked: the pebble disappeared in her palm, and she turned back toward the house in a flourish of layered skirts and feathered pigtails.
Late that afternoon, when the sunbeams were lazy and long and the ravens had come down from the trees and were trying to rouse their boy from his pensive funk by presenting him with shiny objects, the door to the little house opened again.
Corbin looked up and tried to swallow the surge of hope that rose in his throat at the sound of squeakng hinges.
It was not Columba: Columba walked with grace and precision, her doves perched on her shoulders like quiet guardians. Whoever this was was loud and exuberant, chattery. Wild, noisy blurs of blue feathers trailed in her wake.
"Hi." she said cheerfully, sticking out a hand. "I'm Jaye, Col's sister. You need anything?"
"You're not going to tell me to quit?"
"Eh, you'll do what you want." One of her flock - a Steller juvenile with its blue adult feathers just growing in - landed on her shoulder and chattered something in her ear. She tipped her head and grinned at it, scratching the top of its head with a blue-tipped fingernail. "We're Corvidae, both of us - nobody tells us what to do, am I right?"
Corwin smiled a little. "Yeah, you are."
"Anyway, I'll try and haul Col's tail out here soon. She's just skittish - doves." Jaye rolled her eyes. "Any chance you can get that hawk-boy to come back sometime? He was pretty dreamy."
"Sure thing. I - I really do just want to talk to her, you know." He held out a shiny pebble, something one of the ravens had brought. "Thanks, Jaye."
"Yeah, I know. Anything for a fellow Corvidae." Jaye winked: the pebble disappeared in her palm, and she turned back toward the house in a flourish of layered skirts and feathered pigtails.
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corvidae love. (most people don't know that jays are corvidae. oddly.) and, totally corvidae kinship. for sure!
I love this 'verse. :D
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(i'm a bird nerd.)
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