A small silver bird pops out of thin air and lands on your shoulder, chirping tunefully.


You blink.

You have emoted: Fern looks up curiously at the small bird.

The bird pecks at your earlobe and warbles into your ear.

Tilting his head, he looks at you curiously.

You have emoted: Fern smiles softly.

You ask, "Where did you come from, little one?"

You say, "I can't say that I've ever seen anything like you before."

The little bird hops around excitedly and flaps his silver wings, letting out a series of high, shrill, chirps.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say, "I can't say I know what that means, but you are very handsome."

The bird hops closer to your ear and warbles again, and you suddenly see a vision of a great flock of silver birds dancing around the ethereal plane.

The bird chirps happily and hops around.

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say, "Why are you down here, with me, instead of up there, with your family?"

The bird pecks at your ear and warbles happily. Then it fixes one eye directly on you, and you feel a sense of inexplicable sanctity.

With a flick of silver wings, the bird launches from your shoulder and disappears in a shower of sparkles.

You have emoted: Fern smiles serenely.

Short, but sweet!

He? Who is he?

I want that bird to visit Siam...pleease...when he's not influencing! Siam is friendly to all birds except chickens, he prefers them cooked.

I that bird