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This is a private spring rp featuring Sumire, Daria, and Calavera.

For Calavera, this Springtime was bittersweet because his emotions were in turmoil. Usually, he enjoyed the first days of spring. During the winter months, the desert lands were wonderful. Life during the cold months was easy. True there were areas of the desert that received heavy snowfall and the nights could be bitter. Yet he had grown up in harsh conditions of the desert. The environment had, over the years, molded him and strengthened him like metal fused by soq artisans. While he usually spent the warmer months with his maternal family in the woods, the desert would forever be his true home.

Calavera frowned his face as his thoughts raced. He wondered once again why he should be spending spring not in his beloved desert but in the dark woodlands and open fields of the soq lands. The desert would have received it winter rains at this time of year, and the snow would be slowly melting from the nearby mountains. Everywhere flowers would be blooming, and hummingbirds would have migrated to enjoy the rare taste of desert flower nectar. t sands even seemed beautiful against the field of purple flowers that seemed to appear yearly as if by magic. At this time of year the sunsets even had a hit of pink and purple which always secretly pleased him.

At this time of year it was atypical of him to be away from his home. Though he yearned to go back he once again remembered the reason for his visit. His father had been missing for several years and he feared that the heartbreak was slowly sapping the strength out of his mother. Lately, she seemed to become more listless and depressed. Calavera knew that she was quietly letting go of the hope that sustained her. Her actions made it clear that she now thought it was a possibility that her mate might never return. The desert lands were not a safe place for the weak of heart, it provided multiple dangers. These threats were always willing to quickly end the life of the unwary. Calavera feared for his mother and he decided to listen to his instincts which told him that the two of them needed to set off on a journey. During the summer months, it was customary for the two of them to visit her family in the woodlands. This year he recommended that they start their journey not in late spring but during the fall months. Surprisingly the journey had been easy and uneventful. He missed the casual banter of his friend Trehan, who usually accompanied him during his travels. However, he had learned to appreciate the silence of this trip. At times he had even gotten his mother Regin to laugh and remise about her younger days. Winter in the woodlands with his mother’s family had been an experience. They were a friendly bunch of soq which contrasted greatly with their knightly demeanor. The family served as guardians for the woodlands and they guarded the boundaries between the soq lands and the Seelie lands. While his heart longed for the spring beauty of the desert lands, he did acknowledge that the change of scenery was acting as a balm for his mother’s wounded heart.

Sumire knew that the bird was eyeing her shiny blue and gold mane hairs. Still, she was unwilling to have a bird pluck the hair from on top of her head. Currently, the hair from her black coat was shedding and falling in clumps throughout the forest. Yet, the nervy little bird seemed intent on her mane hairs. Clearly, this little bird was too twitter-pated and held lofty ideals for its nest.

From its branch, the bird quickly flapped its wings in a precocious manner. Its shiny eyes looked at her with dangerous intent before it let a shrill war cry.

Sumire tried to duck her head, but the bird dived at her with sharp, outreached claws. She felt a quick air pulse before feeling the bird’s little talons on her scalp. She screamed in outrage and in pain.

How dare this foolish puffed-up bird attack her. She was more than four times its size and could easily hurt this tiny being. She lurched from side to side trying to detach the bird from her scalp, but the bird had dug in and hairs from her mane prevented it from escaping. Which it now wanted to do. Clearly, even the bird was regretting its own actions.

Calavera followed the swift heals of his cousin as they raced through the woodlands. He was ready to face the threat and protect his grandmother. However, the sight of his grandmother's attacker was unexpected. Instead of a large predator, the perpetrator was a tiny bluebird that seemed intent on causing damage to his mom-mom’s head. Calavera rushed forward and clicked his teeth the bird flinched but refused to fly off. Realizing the situation Calavera lounged forward which caused the bird to flail. Yet Calavera’s intent was not to harm the bird; instead, the victim of his attack was a few strands of his grandmother’s mane hairs. The bird was now free from the mane that had entangled it. It flew off clutching a few blue and gold hairs and shouting out cries of victory. Once Calavera knew his grandmother was ok, he attempted to hold back his laughter. His grandmother now sported a small magnificent bald patch on the back of her head. Trying hard, he could not prevent himself from laughing when he heard his grandmother shout at the victorious bird, “Stupid bird!”
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