Her urge to follow the bird suddenly diminishes, she freezes, turning around and flying back in boredom. Why does she chase animals anyways? They all just run from her.

She can glimpse a few deer down below.

She doesn't feel the urge to see them, just to go home and draw what she had glimpses of. She never leaves the house without her sketch pad, that was the reason she found no interest in stopping to observe the animals she encounters.

The hawk screeches again.

She opens the front door, shutting quietly and slipping off her shoes and folding her wings until they disappear. She quickly goes into her room, and flops down onto the bed, mumbling something into the pillow randomly.

Tirou looks up.

She sneezes suddenly, a soft, high pitched noise, like a chirp almost. "Ugh, I hate my sneeze." She mumbles, shaking her head and blowing her nose, she quickly washes her hands, not liking germs at all.

Tirou smiles at her. ,, I dont think theres anything wrong with it. ,,

She sighs, sitting next to him. "I'm glad you like my sneeze." She jokes, laying her head on the counter, yawning and rubbing her eyes.

,, Ive heard much louder, mich more annoying sneezes. ,,