Terrin had been feeling both hungry and thirsty, so when he came across that grove of apples, it had seemed like an absolute dream come true! Sure they'd tasted a little strange, but they'd quenched his thirst. Only problem was Only problem was that it seemed they weren't normal apples. He found this out when he'd tried to take a running leap into the air and ended up tripping and going beak over tailfeathers instead. Now he lay on his back in the grove, paddling absently at the sky and giggling. It was kinda funny, after all.
"I'm think I drunk." He warbled and giggled, kicking his back feet without coordination or any intention of rolling over. His wings were flopped limply, but he didn't hurt. His head hurt a little bit from tripping over himself, but he didn't think it was that bad. Besides, he was fiiine! He just had to wait to sober up a little and he could get back to his adventuring. In the meantime this didn't seem so bad. He didn't usually look at the world from his back, so it was a new perspective.
He giggled and kicked his feet more, then began wiggling, pulling his wings in a bit so he could rock back and forth without hurting himself. This was so fun, and funny! If he came across any others once he sobered up enough to leave, he'd have to tell them about this place.
But then again, why wait? He rocked a little harder until he figured out how to roll onto his side, though once he did so he forgot what he was doing and lay there staring down the end of his beak toward some bugs trundling along. He shifted his head with a snort and a warble to get a better look. Industrious little bug, minding its own business and going about it with such authority and surety!
"Silly little buggie." He commented and blew gently on it to make it react, smiling in delight when it unfolded wings from under its hard carapace. "Hey buggie, you should have an happle. Uh, an apple. A happy apple! Then you can be happy like me!" The bug cared not about his words of course, and once it didn't think it needed to take off flying anymore, it folded its wings up and continued on its merry way without a care in the world.
He watched it until it was out of sight, then awkwardly rolled onto his legs where he sat with them partly folded under him, his feathers full of grass and probably bugs, not that he cared at the moment. He remembered briefly why he'd been trying to get up, but decided it wasn't worth it just yet. He was alone in the grove, there was no need to hurry at all. Besides, his head felt fuzzy and warm. He was content, and when he realized he'd rolled near an uneaten apple, how could he resist taking one bite and then another? He giggled as he tried without success to get the stem in his mouth and ended up tossing the core away with his beak, watching it fly until it hit a tree and bounced off.
"Ooh, actually that could be fun!" He staggered to his feet, though he had to stop and stand bowlegged like a newborn foal with his wings drooping for a few moments before he remembered how his legs worked. Slowly he brought himself upright, talons digging into the grass to keep his balance as the world tried to tilt him over again. "Whoa…." Maybe he wouldn't toss apple cores after all. Not if he was having this much trouble just trying to stand up! He took a few wobbling steps, eyes crossing as he approached a tree and thunked his head against it, pushing in an attempt to keep himself from falling over. "H'oky. Nmore abples…" He mumbled. "Smore tables...mmsit..." He wobbled away from the tree again and flopped down, making a face when he crushed a couple of apples under himself by doing so, but soon he was giggling. Well that was silly of him! This whole situation was silly, really. He was all alone, which probably made sense since he had flown in, so he wasn't too likely to get unexpected company. On the one hand that was good since it meant he wouldn't be in any danger. But on the other hand it sucked because this was something worth sharing!
Ah well, he was stuck there until he sobered up, so either someone else would show up he could share the merriment with, or he would lay there until he felt sober enough to fly away…or at least walk. Maybe he would take a nap and rest a bit, or cloud watch. Yeah, he would cloud watch.
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