[Beansprout]

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The springs had captured her attention as of late. Since she had bumped into her brother here, she had hung around to properly explore. Essentially, she was doing what she grew up doing; exploring every nook and cranny that she was allowed to stick her nose into. She had revisited her game of chasing birds - this time the targets were the vibrant red, yellow, and blue parrots that were found all over the rainforest.

It was a step up, at least - the parrots rarely came to the ground and the trees around here towered well above her. It gave her something to do, a way for her to test herself physically while she waited for fate to set her on her path in El Dorado.

That boy - the bird wolf man - had proven that his kind were capable climbers when she had first arrived here (the cliff that newcomers had to scale to reach this place meant they had to be). So Beansprout had first dedicated herself to learning how to climb up the trunks of the colossal trees around her. It was sloppy, and she told herself it was because she did not have feathers like the natives.

So, she would just have to be inventive.

There was a particular flock of scarlet coloured birds that perched in the branches that hung above the springs. But the joys of being in this rainforest were the vines, they provided so many opportunities and over the years had snatched up branches of all shapes and sizes in their grasp. Some were large enough that she could balance on them. So since they were clearly strong...They could hold her weight too, surely?

And so she sat by the edge of the water, weaving vines together into a stronger base and then creating some strange contraption that would give her somewhere to place her paws to start climbing - how she would get this on the tree itself was a bridge she would cross when she reached it. She had some ideas.

When she heard movement, she would pause and look up, her invention tangled around her paws - though she did not seem bothered; think of how someone lives in a messy room but instinctively knows where everything is, a method to their madness.

"Hello!" She greeted, a small smile on her face. "Would you like to sit with me? It's a nice day."

Before she returned to tying pieces of vines together, not bothered at all of whether they actually came to keep her company or not.

[Ragnarok.]

Waking up from a nap, the Jay would yawn and shake his head. Feathers would shuffle with him, making a distinctive noise and the man looked around. Oh, right, he had taken refuge on a ruin gnarled in roots and took a pretty lengthy nap. He was surprised no one found him up here, perhaps this would be the perfect place to slack off if he wanted. Whenever Ragnarok was in one of his... moods. If anyone did spot him, they better keep their fucking mouth shut. Moxie would probably rip him a new one.

In any case, Ragnarok stretched and climbed the roots back down to the forest floor. It was still very much day time and he sighed, already wanting to go back home and relax. "Stupid bullshit sun." he grumbled, heading on his way.

His stomping through the grounds led him to the spring. Well, at least that would quench his thirst. Maybe dip his head in as well to clear his mind, but he slowly stopped his steps as he saw someone already there, Ragnarok catching the girl weaving vines together. What in the hell was this girl doing? She had a lack of feathers too, though something else was peculiar. A leave was placed right on her head, not falling even as she concentrated on the weaving. He lifted a brow but whatever, it was nothing.

She seemed to notice him though, greeting him as he walked past and asked if he would sit with her. He offered a grunt as an answer, getting his drink and dunked his head in, shaking off the access as he came back up, uncaring if he splashed her. She was in his way.

Ragnarok would glance over his shoulder, eying what she was making. "What is that mess anyway? What the fuck are you doing?" It was probably stupid, whatever it was. The featherless were idiots and this girl not only smelled foreign, but her dappled coat was odd. She could almost be a Quartzine, maybe one of their featherless family he hadn't met yet?

Like they needed anymore disgraces.

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