Nye wrote:Hmm. Well I guess you would want to know why I have all these accesories, eh? Well for the earring and gloves, there isn't a story behind them, I just got them because I wanted to. I love blue jays, so I will explain the silves string with the rocks and feather.
I grew up with a small family, with just me, my momma, and my papa. We lived away in a meadow, near a beautiful forest where plenty birds live. When we would wake up, the first thing we'd do is go sit by this beautiful lake as we watch the sun ruse, bringing with it a new day. My momma once told me her favorite part was when the birds sing and chirp, because it meant all was peaceful. She said that when no birds sing or chirp, that something is scaring them and they have to keep quiet. She told me how much she loved blue jays, because when she was a little girl, she had a blue jay named Twirp, that would follow her around and sing.
One day when I woke up, momma said that papa went out hunting early. Me and momma sat and waited for him, early beofre dawn. When the sun rose, everything was quiet. No birds chirping. I was scared, because the bird's always sing along. This mean something was wrong, and they have to hide. "Momma." I was whispered. When she looked down at me, I could see her ow eyes watering. "Yes, love?" she asked me, using my nickname that I loved. "Where's papa?" I asked quietly, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I don't know." she whispered back, looking away. After waiting long and hard, I heard a distinct chirp. I could faintly see the silhouette of a bird. As it swooped down, I noticed it was a blue jay. It came and sat on the top of my head, still singing. Soon I saw a dark figure come from the trees. I shrank down, scared, until I saw it was my papa. "Papa!" I yelled. The bird, startled, hopped off my head. As I ran, it followed me. I jumped on my papa, wrapping ymt iny arms around him. "Hey munchkin." he said, ruffling my hair. "Papa, I was so scared, the birds weren't singing and I thought something happened to you!" I said, my voice shaking. "Shhh munchkin, I'm alright. The birds saw me in the forest, that's why they were quiet." he cooed, smilign down at me. I grin back, and notice te bird once again landing on my head, this time humming softly. I kept her as my pet from then on, and named her Hope, because she brought me hope when I first heard her sing. Right before she died, she chirped sadly, but quietly, and pointed her beak to a feather, as if telling me to pluck it. I nodded sadly, plucking it from her, when she took her last breath. I attatched two silver-blue stones that momma and papa gave me and attactched them to fine, woven string, which I carefully wrapped around my tail.