She tried to look as if nothing had happened, and smiled again to him. He looked like that he didn't see her behaviour. It was wierd. So many thoughts, in so little time... In anyway, he greeted Seymour, that answered with a low, gentle cry. It went to the ground, walking on it's alkward way, normal for his species, and rubbed the head in the male's knee. Sometimes, Seymour could behave. Sometimes, he couldn't. That was one difficult bird to decode.
In anyway, he now knew all her family, which made her lose that feeling of keeping secret of something. She always felt that she didn't say something she should. It wasnt lying, but omiting things from others. The grayish woman had grown discouraged with that kind of behaviour. It was somewhat good, but when she had to keep a secret, she was a safe locked with seven keys. But, if there was no real need for that, she refused to act like that.
That was memorable day: she made a brand new friend, taught things for him, presented her pets, and hoped him to get a new friend himself. Now, the sun was down, and the night was amazing, the stars not hidden by any unconvinient cloud. She looked upward, the stars reflecting in her wet eyes. She felt like tears were bulding up in the corner of her eyes. So many emtions for her sensitive heart... The woman stargazed, hoping the male would follow her.