Zephyer frowned. "Is that all I am? A bird with pretty feathers? Yeah, laugh. Go on. Think I'm just a cute wittle birdie and not look passed it." He sat down on the floor, feeling depressed now. Why did people have to judge by appearances? He was more than a 'birdie', far more than what he seemed. And, yet, only Mariska seemed to understand that...
Candle looked at Zephyer and grabbed some sticks. He started rubbing them together, trying to make a fire. Fire made everyone happy!
Adelina whacked her forehead with her palm. "I'm surrounded by idiots..." she said to herself.
Candle looked at Zephyer and grabbed some sticks. He started rubbing them together, trying to make a fire. Fire made everyone happy!
Adelina whacked her forehead with her palm. "I'm surrounded by idiots..." she said to herself.