xp_logs | Moira and Bella (Reply)

Bella decides now would be an opportune time for a truce.

Moira found herself back in bed, again. It was hard convincing herself to be anywhere else, especially when the room simply smelled like Nathan. Vaguely, she heard Bella make noises from her cage. She'd been nice and had left it unlatched, knowing that's what Nathan had done during the day sometimes.

Something was quite wrong, the bird was realizing, having woken up from her nap to find herself still alone in the room. Where was Nathan? "Go?" she chirped questioningly, and then turned her attention to the cage door. Unlatched! She pushed it open and climbed out, fluttering down to the ground with a thump.

All in all, she felt very, very pitiful as she clung to Nathan's pillow. There was a certain amount of right that she had to it, she supposed. Moira lifted her head at the thump and blinked. Bella must have realized it was open. They really didn't get along. Mainly because the bird was insanely jealous whenever she was around Nathan. But company, any company, was good. The rooms were too quiet.

The door to the bedroom was open, too, and there, on the bed - Her. Bella whistled softly and flew across the room, landing more gently on the bed. "Hello!" she cooed, crawling up to the head of the bed. "Hello!"

Another blink at the sight of the bird. "'ello, Bella," she murmured, shifting her head away from the wet spot on the pillow where she'd been crying.

Bella cooed and crawled forward, extending her head. "Hello? Hello?" She nibbled gently at Moira's hand.

_That_ was surprising. Most of the bites from Bella had certainly not been gentle. At all. Cautiously, she raised a hand and scratched the bird lightly on the head.

"Pretty," Bella chirped almost hesitantly. "Pretty red..."

Moira raised an eyebrow. "Nay longer a 'arlot, am I?" she asked quietly, watching the bird bob a little bit.

"Pretty," Bella chirped very softly and crawled forward, curling up on the bed beside her.

She shifted slightly to get a better look at Bella. "Nathan's nay 'ere," she said, mournfully.

"Nate? Bye?"

It was sometimes rather creepy how intelligent the bird was, Moira thought, eyeing her carefully. "Aye, Nathan went away." One really could not discribe 'kidnapping' to a bird, no matter how intelligent. And she thought, how odd--everyone close to Nathan seemed to call him "Nate" but Moira had never been able to bring herself to do it. Another thought for another day, maybe?

"Bad," Bella offered with a low whistle, then crawled a bit closer to Moira. "No bye. Bad."

"Aye, verra bad tha' 'e went away," she said, wiping her eyes again. She was having a semi-meaningful conversation with a bird. Yes, she was going insane.

Bella decided rather abruptly that it was bad, to have a sad Her. Made Nathan sad, too. Cooing, she moved closer, settling down right beside Her.

Moira was slightly startled. She wasn't used to having birds curl up against her stomach. Especially this one. Hesitantly, she petted her head again and was rewarded with a soft coo. "Decided I'm nay so bad after all?" she asked, a small smile crossing her face.

"Good," Bella insisted. "Moira. Good."

Another startled look. That was the first time Bella had ever said her name. No attempts before, it had either been some inventive names in Italian or "Her". Some very, very intentive names in Italian, as a matter of fact. "Ye are verra pretty," she admitted, finally.

"Pretty Bella," Bella agreed smugly.