green leaves are calling to my heart.

Sparrow · 05-12-2012, 02:21 PM

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Boop. o:

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Sparrow decided that morning to haunt the Mansion once more that day. Though the building itself raised little interest within herself, she did wonder about the ones who slept under its roof. As the days went by, she became more intent on knowing more about the coyotes of Inferni, and while she had met quite a few, there were many she still had not even heard of yet. She did not expect for the clan to bring out the sociable side of her, but, here she was, seeking out an unfamiliar face for her to get to know.

The mottled woman came to the conclusion it was best for her to approach D’Neville in her optime form, since paws would prove futile against the knobs on the doors, and for the fact that it’ll make conversation easier for the more humanized coyotes. Though, when she was approaching the porch, her ears caught the sound of something—was someone talking? No, it was something more musical than that, though she was certain it was not a bird. It was faint, but Sparrow was nonetheless curious as to what it source was, and circled around the building, looking upon a see-through building.

The singing had stopped, but the hybrid swore it was coming from somewhere near here, and took the guess it must have been coming from the greenhouse. Quietly, she entered, and was met with warmth she did not except, as well as the scent of many different plants. She sneezed, and after rubbing her eyes from the small tears her sneeze produced, she saw a golden-haired beauty, which seemed to be messing with the smelly vegetation. “Greetings,” she said softly though friendly, slightly waving a tan hand in her direction. The woman seemed nice enough, judging by her appearance, so Sparrow felt only half as shy as usual.

Code by the Mentors; photo courtesy to patrickhashley

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