Interestingly, it is the zephyr that is the first to answer, the first to give voice to the desires of the solemn conure in the corner. The peacock ruffles his feathers, crimson eyes studying the zephyr as he speaks. The peacock enjoys the gentle clicks and clacks of the creature’s beak, his gentle voice in the cave, sounding like some mysterious creature clicking in the darkness. Thoughtfully, the master bobs his head a few times in and out, ambiguous as to whether he is simply acknowledging or actually agreeing with the words of the mythic beast.
And sunlight, the mare adds, and the peacock ruffles his feathers gently. Suddenly there is sunlight in the cavern, though it is not entirely clear where it radiates from, filling every crack and crevice. The yellow light is warm, inviting, and the conure visibly brightens. From the corridors beyond comes another yellow bird, matching in beauty, carrying a wad of young twigs and corn silks in her mouth. She lands beside the previously lonely bird and together they begin to work some of the twigs and silk into something resembling the beginnings of a nest. A full nest will take much longer, but as the two cuddle together and chatter, the peacock begins to waddle off. He has no time to waste watching the courtship of these two soul mates.
So, he leads Africa deeper into the cavern, into the deepest recesses that she might very well remember from her days of sorrow. Neither sunlight nor parrots rest in the deepest portions of the cave where the peacock finally stops. Only the gentle green glow of the luminescent moss allows them to see now. And you, he says finally, after what might have seemed like eons of him staring at her. What is it that you want? He allows his words to enter Silas’ head as well, curious to see the way the two work together.
Surely her desires will be well beyond his capacities to provide, and yet… perhaps he can help her, in some small way.
@[Africa]
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