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|Username: Stormowalf | Kalon Name: Emmery |
|Username: Stormowalf | Kalon Name: Emmery |
My name is Tango, I am but a little wren.
I was even more little when she had first found me.
I was miserable then, screaming my little heart out as I sat on my broken nest. I called out for my parents but they were no where to be seen. I was cold, hungry and oblivious to the fact that I'd probably die if someone didn't come to save me.
Thankfully, someone did.
Her name was Emmery. She was like a silver lining back of a thick storm cloud.
Under Emmery's roof, I grew healthily. No longer was I a weak little fledgling. If I were wild I'd probably have left my mother's side by now. But I stayed, I owed it to her after all.
But I wasn't the only one in this house, Emmery lived with two others, a big, furry "kit" and another creature much like Emmery herself. I didn't like them much, the kit was rough with me, it liked to grab. And the other one didn't seem to like me that much.
Emmery was something called a "musi-cian", I often saw her pulling a smooth twig on a small, hollow, elegant-looking tree trunk. I liked to call it the "Singing tree" since whenever Emmery held it, it began to sing beautiful tunes, clear and sweet.
But everything had been changing recently, the Emmery I knew had seemed to be slipping away. She never played music anymore. I overheard the creatures call what was happened to her a "dementia". I did not know what it was, all I knew that it was changing her and apparently it was rare for someone so young. The big "kit" and the other creature in the house had left not long after and someone else had taken their place, she was a "caregiver", I don't understand what she does but she stays here almost every day.
On her bad days, she would spend her day wandering around hopelessly through the house, as if she was in a hazy dream. On days like these, I stayed in my cage, worried for her sake.
Some time ago, she had picked up the "Singing Tree", I felt excited, I thought maybe for the first time it months, maybe she would begin playing the beautiful tunes again. But then she broke down into tears, she began smashing the twig and the tree trunk into pieces, I was scared, I didn't know what she was doing. Was the Emmery I loved really gone?
So I learned over time, that these bad days came and went, she had good days as well, sometimes she'd began to play music again on a new "singing tree" and she'd play with me again, just like old times.
I would never leave my Emmery, my mother, so on her bad days, I'd simply stay in my cage and sing to her, speaking to her in my little Wren's voice,
"My name is Tango, and I love you very much"
Extra (if applicable): Pop-up card! bird's eye view! [size=85]I have the skill level of a baby I'm sorry[/url]
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