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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 1:01 pm
 Honeysuckle was sitting on one of the higher perches in their roosting tree, waiting. One of her friends had sent word that she was coming by tonight and she couldn't wait for her to arrive. It wasn't really like her to be this impatient, but she desperately needed to talk to someone who wasn't her mate or her child or a customer. She usually enjoyed talking and joking with the Sentinels she styled, but it was different to spend time with someone she actually liked.
Apple was a good friend and a great customer. Some of her clients could be exhausting to work with, but the watcher always provided pleasant company. She had recently finished a long styling session with a Shadow crafter and he had really tried her patience. The longest sentence he had said during the session was “Really, is that so?” despite Honeysuckle's efforts to keep up the small talk.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 1:46 pm
Well, not everyone could be nearly as articulate or as charming as Applewood could be. Not everyone had a story to tell, or anything even remotely interesting and when you finally found those types of Sentinels you really did have to cherish them. Even someone like Apple could be daunted by the constant struggle to relate to those who actually were settled within their monotony and had nothing else to speak of. Lately, things had been very busy around the wood, what with all of the delicious, tragic drama centered around her relative, at least so far as she was concerned. She didn't consider it as making work for herself so much as she had some sort of dedication to the issue to keep.
Honeysuckle was a gorgeous Deep Woods female who had always been wonderful to talk to in the past. Mated, pure, she was the type that Apple could look up to without having to think she was looked down upon. It was different with her sisters, made her feathers frizz, looking at her with their sad eyes or teasingly asking if she'd found a male yet. Flaunting their children about, oh! Apple could just despise them if she weren't so full of love! It was nice to have a galpal to bend an eartuft to her. Not only that, Honeysuckle was an artist.
A cheerful hoot was tossed out as soon as she was nearing the featherstyler's territory, the maker not far behind.
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 3:42 pm
There she was! There was no mistaking that cheerful hoot. Honeysuckle let out a welcoming hoot of her own and left her perch. She decided against flying to meet Apple, and settled on gliding down to one of the lower perches that was better suited for a styling and talking session. Countless talons had scratched these branches over the years, creating an interesting patina and a nice smooth surface. It was one of the best parts about living in an old tree, Honeysuckle mused. She loved the lived in feeling and felt a kinship with the Sentinels that had lived here before.
"Feather," she called, "Snacks!"
She heard rather than saw the Mus scurry up the tree trunk to fetch the snacks she had prepared earlier.
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