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Sequoia watched as Rosin and Falchior conversed. The Artisan long since knew how Rosinweed liked her sticked, her leaves, her things arranged, conversation given (anything other than The Sky Fiend), and most of her favorite foods. To let the wheels of friendship turn, he allowed Rosin to speak for herself and did not jump in at any point that didn't seem like he was needed. The more Rosin spoke with people other than him, maybe the more trusting she would be and friendly, hopefully becoming less paranoids and more comfortable around other Sentinels.

As he was addressed, he looked to Rosin, who had not said any reply but looked to him instead. "Well Rosin? I'm sure you could deal with some help. I can't hog you all to myself." He said, hoping to help with her decision but not make it for her. This was Rosinweed's choice. He wasn't going to force her into anything.

Sequoia took it as a condition. Yes, but only with Sequoia attending. He guessed as much. Rosinweed had been through a lot with strangers and though she wasn't as untrusting before, pranks and cruel tricks from strangers had depleated her trust to nothing but being anything but overly cautious. It was bad enough that Rosin was already paranoid of the sky, but now she was just as frightened of new people. Still, if he could bring Falchior slowly to their mix, hopefully without scaring the other male away, it might become theraputic for her. Maybe for all of them.

"So it's settled. Falchior, if you would like, we can go visit lady Rosinweed whenever the ocassion is and isn't needed. I tend to come here often. Rosin had picked the finest point in all of Noctua, as I'm certiainly jelous of her territory, and often steal away here to enjoy the scenery, which is only sweetened by her company. I'm sure you'll find it just as relaxing here. My territory is only a bit yonder in that direction. Not a 'sticked throw' from here." He said, laughing a bit to his own joke, one wing to cover his chuckle with his wing like a fan, while the other pointed to the right where his territory was. "I live nearby. If ever you feel like visiting, we can both come together. I'm always up for a chance to visit, ever after I just live Rosin's place but a fleeting second ago."

The knowledge that Sequoia was coming back with Falchior seemed enough to satisfy Rosinweed. She fluffed her feathers and began to preen hastily. Her ear tufts were flat against her skull and her golden eyes were partially closed.

"Sticks good, mushrooms good. Sticks better, but mushrooms good. Thanks, thanks, many thanks. Many much thanks." She mumbled through a beak full of feathers.

Falchior's eyes lit up at the thought. "Y'y- you have berries in your territory you aren't using, Sequoia?" Berries were a hot commodity in some parts of the Colder territories, and if he had a steady source of them, his standing among his Gathering peers might improve. At the worst, it wouldn't go down... though he wasn't sure just how much lower it could go. "How would you feel about making a trade? I could bring you a decent supply of eggs for some berries when I come by." He knew that Sequoia was an Artisan, and he knew that the clear liquid inside the eggs of songbirds was useful for making dyes that stuck fast to the feathers. His parents kept him up-to-date on these things, and as a fledgling he'd been quizzed over the practical uses of almost everything possible. He also knew that Rokku would find said eggs and surrender them without a problem, so long as he got something out of it in return. Maybe some truffles. "Not all your berries, of course, but just a few once in a while." He wouldn't mind Gathering in a friend's territory. A friend wouldn't laugh or correct him all the time, and besides, Sequoia was speedily endearing himself to the younger male. He admired the way he treated Miss Rosinweed, and how much happier she seemed around him. He liked Sentinels who treated other Sentinels like that. It was a lot different than his family and their friends were structured; he was quite positive that his mother and father had no real friends, just rungs on the ladder of success.

Just as much as Falchior perked up at the mention of berries, so did Sequoia at the mention of eggs. He had picked his territory for the amount of birds in the area in hopes that their nests would provide ample materials. Sadly, Sequoia’s large heart and musing had made him often write songs on other birds and in turn, become sympathetic to the mother birds and their young. True, he would take eggs out of necessity and for a meal, but he preferred not to, so if he could get others to do so for him, he would gladly accept. He would rather someone else did the deed than he, despite knowing he was the reason for it.
“That would be grand. I don’t often eat berries. I’m probably the few birds on Noctua that find them the most appetizing, but they have grown an unusual amount in my territory. Far more than I need for dyes. I have a surplus and they only last for so long. I’d preserve more, but I need to save room for more colors and I just can’t have one color from berries. I don’t want them to go to waste. If I could trade, it would be a great trade.” He said, enthusiastic about the business proposition. He hated to waste all those berries in his area and he just didn’t have the time to pick them all. For the most part, eh kept some as a food reserve despite not being too fond of them, and picked them for Rosinweed, who liked the sweet fruit.

Smiling, Sequoia turned to Rosin, who was a bit flustered and looking at him with wide eyes. He hoped she was okay, but hoping she wasn’t being ignored, stepped over and preened a wayward feather. He often did so, just to keep her looking pristine. It was such a shame no one else could see how pretty Rosin was, as she kept herself alone in her territory. With a tiny feather freed, he blew it out of his beak, letting it float on the wind. “Make a wish, Rosin.” He said, smiling.

She shut her golden orbs tight and seemed to be concentrating quite hard as the light brown feather drifted downwards, towards the forest floor. "Not say. If say, not come true." She said finally, after opening her eyes.

It was the moment that she opened them that Rokku approached her and her feathers slicked back completely against her frame. The movement that she did next was something rather comical, yet distressing for the paranoid female. She stumbled, fell, hopped, and beat her wings wildly as she pushed her way behind the brightly painted artisan.

Once safely tucked behind Sequoia, she gave a soft, yet terrified hoot. It took her a moment, and a visit from Chaucer, to settle down.

The mus plodded bravely out before the waral and bobbed his furry little head, then took the walnut.

All the while, Rosinweed quaked behind her friend. Her heart beat was settling and she comprehended the sudden appearance of the waral, but it took a moment for her mind to tell her the difference between the reptilian companion and the danger that she feared so much.

Sequoia was nearly thrown back by Rosinweed flying past him and rushing behind him at the sudden appearance of the Waral and sought out cover. Sequoia wasn't sure that it was the suddenness of his appearance or something else, as sometimes things that Rosinweed was familiar with terrified her. He knew that she seen a Waral before. Her and Amber use to talk of companions all the time and had looked extensively on the creatures. They would debate on the pros and cons of owning a Parus or Skurri as opposed to a Waral or Serpe. How they use to talk. .... clattering and snickering to one another though despite whatever it was, they sometimes would not invite him on the fact that, 'It was between females'.

The pressing of Rosinweed's shaking body pulled him back to reality and he lifted up his wing to see her, before lowering it around her, pulling her closer and squeezing her in more tightly to his frame. "Sssh. Do not worry, Rosin. It's only his companion. Nothing more. It won't do anything. Promise." He said. Sequoia would make sure of that.

He lowered his beak down and preened one of her feathers to comfort her, clearing one from the top of her head before looking back up to Falchior. "Isn't that right, Falchoir. Tell us about him." Sequoia spoke to Falchoir through his eyes with a curt nod, incurring him to try and reassure Rosin by telling him of how gentle and kind his companion was. Looking back at the female, he saw her eyes focus more and realization set in. Good. He hated to see her so flustered. No often she was like this, it did a number on his heart too. Each terrified moment she went through made him just as frightened that she would do some damage to her health.