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"Call me Moonstride, it's a pleasure to meet you all as well," The darkly shaded sentinel spoke in her usual monotone. Her easy gaze drifted from one to another and on. Her Lani seemed to be making himself scarce and she couldn't blame the little bird for it. The presence of so many was both irritating and overwhelming although she would never admit to the fault.

She eyed the one to addressed the group. "Jester is it? I do believe your story would be fairly more interesting... dropping out of the sky and all." Although she barely looked it, there was a bit of amusing lurking in her tones.

Falchior puffed himself anxiously, then nibbled and preened at his feathers. "I was, ah, um..." He was really looking for mushrooms, but he'd had poor luck. "I was on... my way... to make a visit. To a friend." Rokku looked up at him with slitted eyes, but said nothing, as he was prone to do.

((By the way... this is Falfal...))

Mus droppings! Mus droppings! Musdroppingsmusdroppingsmusdroppingsmusdroppings! He KNEW this question was going to come up! "Well, not so much myself, but some friends of my parents," he covered lamely. "They've got some friends, and I was going to visit them. Because my parents have me being a messenger right now, because their friends are Minders, and with the recent hatching, um, ah, they want me to take them food! Because, you see, um, we're Gatherers, me and Ro. And we gather mushrooms, mostly. But I have to be careful, and keep Ro out of the nests," he concluded. Repressing the urge to smooth his feathers madly, he fervently hoped that the Bard would buy his story. And NOT ask him for a snack.

Rokku watched the fanciful wildtype watch his tongue. He increased the pace of the flicking, to see what would happen.

Another sentinel drifted silently through the trees. Currently, she did not have much of a destination. She was a gatherer, but had recently deposited her prizes at a drop point for the minders and their chicks and was taking a small break before she hit the forest floor again.

The thought of landing made her flesh crawl and her feathers fluff up, but what had to be done had to be done and she did enjoy the thrill of it all. It was common for sentinel's to be left as nothing but clumps of feathers and bones, but she had survived so far.

The shadow sentinel's piercing blue eyes settled on the forms of other sentinels ahead and, although work was before her, she decided to land and have a word. Grudgingly social, indeed. Twilla found it irresistible to stop and chat.

Auze, however, felt differently.

He had seen the waral before Twilla had noticed it. How this was possible was only one's guess. The little gray mus squeaked in panic and clung tighter to the feathers on the sentinel's back.

She perched lightly near Jester, Falchior, and Moonstride.

"G'd evening." She called softly as she folded her wings.

"Oh, my apologizes Rave. I didn't realize you'd prefer not to have me ask." Jester bowed slightly to the Lani. Wanting very much to make friends with all he met, he know this Lani would be a challenge but he would give it his best.

Turning his attention to the new fluttering of wings. "Why hello!" Jester called to the shadow Sentinel. "And who might you be?" He asked cheerily, Jester throughly enjoyed the sudden group of Sentinels near him. He was very tempted to sing.

Jester gave in. "I will happily hummmm you a tune a TUNEEEEEEEeee. I sing I SING by t he light of the MOOOOOoooooonnn!" he screeched out flatly. As his feet started to ratta-tat-tat, he nearly instantly fell flatty-flat-flat, head over tail feathers.

Grimacing slightly, he looked up at Twilla, sighing, "I'm called Jester." He gathered himself up quickly, sans a few feathers.

Fog watched the Lani, careful not to make sudden moves. She wasn't familliar with this kind of bird, but it looked dangerous enough.
Hearing Jester singing again, she just sighed, and tapped the branch with her foot, prefering the rythm rather than the song. As he felt, Fog said with a friendlier smile: "Well, it does fit. Fledglings would absolutely love you!"

Jester was all fluffed up, he was so proud of himself. Never had he sung for such an audience. Come to think of it he had never sung for an audience period.

"I thank you, all of you. I do try my hardest." He shuffled his feet a bit on the branch. He was holding back his true dream from them. He wanted to be a part of The Brigadier's Bards, but he didn't feel ready to try his tunes and tales in front of them just yet.

"Oh!" Jesters ears piped up at the word 'mushrooms' "They are delicious! How do you find such a delicious snack Falchior?" Then Jester promptly got slightly distracted to Rokku's flicking tongue, it seemed to get faster with every passing second.