[ P ] Song Of My People (Taming Attempt #1)

Rolling encounter 1d540: 385
A trained jackdaw flies overhead

The small pup mewled, satisfied in the sound of her own voice, for now. The songs of so many animals sounded around her, squawks and croaks and grumbles. It seemed as though the world came to life through the power of song. Tiny paws fumbled over the wet ground as Fern stumbled her way through the world around her, wide green eyes staring at everything that moved, and everything that didn't. The trees that towered over her, their trunks impossibly thick to the small girl, barely the size of a pumpkin as she was. She gazed in awe at the canopy that swayed with the breeze above her head, at the clouds that floated lazily past. Insects would fly toward her, dance toward her nose and dart off as quickly as they had come, leaving the girl feeling quite unsatisfied with the small amount of knowledge she could glean from those fleeting seconds.

Fern wiggled her toes in the mud, cackling out loud at the strange sound it made, before attempting to copy it using her own mouth. "Wah-shuu-shuup!" She cried, stamping her paws each time she called out. Mud splattered up against her belly, but she cared very little about that. For now, the strange sound her paws made was more than entertainment enough.

Fern cackled, throwing her entire body into the mud and spreading herself out, flailing her short legs in every direction flinging mud off the ends of her paws. An angry screech captured the girl's attention and she craned her neck to look at a strange creature, who's head appeared to be at the bottom of it, even though it's strange twig like legs seemed to be attached to the mud. Fern's tongue lolled from her mouth and she grinned at the creature, who in return flapped its wings angrily at the child.

With a squeal, and a squelch, Fern twisted until she stood and took off at a gambol, the brown and red feathered creature following, screaming at the top of its lungs. Looking over her shoulder, Fern couldn't help but laugh again at the way this creature ran, its wings held out as if to balance itself, its twiggy yellow legs windmilling below it. Soon, she would lose it in the underbrush. Even her puppy speed was too much for the clumsy creature to keep up with.

[exit Fern]