[Muffin waits and listens to the small sounds as quetzal works. he stays still and quiet, lest he interrupt and sway quetzal's direction with a misplaced chirp or flutter.
he doesn't know his old namecall, but he remembers the spaces it filled. he was the runt of the litter when he learned to sing, and he sang all the louder for it. as he grew, his call stayed sharp. he loved his flock and he sang their songs, but he wasn't going to stay sheltered in the chorus. his call demanded attention and authority.
that staccato-bright call could only have been made in that flock. likewise this new call, now, could only be made in this moment, by this person.
muffin sits up to face the cube and croons softly back,]
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Date: 2024-03-26 01:04 am (UTC)he doesn't know his old namecall, but he remembers the spaces it filled. he was the runt of the litter when he learned to sing, and he sang all the louder for it. as he grew, his call stayed sharp. he loved his flock and he sang their songs, but he wasn't going to stay sheltered in the chorus. his call demanded attention and authority.
that staccato-bright call could only have been made in that flock. likewise this new call, now, could only be made in this moment, by this person.
muffin sits up to face the cube and croons softly back,]
... Oo-woo?