Oiseau Mort: *trudging along with Cracker as per usual, looking for something to do, something to pass the time* ... *stops, pawing at the dirt in a bored way, watching the scuffle mark her hoof made* ... *purses her lips, starting to walk again in a silent, semi brooding manner, her mind elsewhere, it seems*

Harmonia: -Has spent the day gathering butterflies for her thicket and is now attempting to get them to stay inside her thicket. Decides to remove one's wings in frustration to see if helps any.-

Oiseau Mort: *still trudging along when a few decorated thickets catch her attention. How strange? She wasn't aware that there were still little fawns running around still.* ... *Oh well; she decides to go investigate, noticing all the butterflies trying to escape, and also getting hoarded back in?* ??? *For once is quite puzzled, wandering to the thicket, opening her mouth to say something at the little fawn inside when- is she ripping apart a butterfly?* ????? "Vhat is vous doing?" *normal monotone voice*

Harmonia: -Starts slightly, quickly dropping the injured butterfly, and turning around to see a rather green yearling. Taking a couple seconds to completely register what this Hind was saying, she answered. "Oh I'm trying to get these butterflies to stay in my thicket. I wanted it to be all pretty for when my mama comes back but...they keep escaping." Frowns as she sees the injured one crawling away and quickly corners it.-

Oiseau Mort: *watches her, listening to her speak until she finally goes after the probably now-dying butterfly* ... "Vell, at zis rate you'll be good to go, if vous want zem dead." *looks at the scattering butterflies* "Ripping zhere wings off vill only kill zem eventually." *glances at Cracker. Why on earth would this daintly little girl even be resorting to ripping there wings off? It seemed a little... morbid almost.*

Harmonia: -"Well then how am I supposed to keep them from running away without removing their wings?" Huffs and looks down at the injured butterfly now making it's way up her leg. "This one seems fine to m-" Pauses, sniffing the air, a puzzled expression crossing her face. "...What's that smell?" She hadn't noticed Cracker yet but, she could already smell him.-

Oiseau Mort: "Vous don't. How would vous feel if zomeone ripped off vous legz and left you there? Zo zhat vous couldn't escape? And zhen all you could do is-" *but stops her mindless ramble when she mentions a smell, raising a brow* "Vhat smell?" *has grown so use to Cracker's decaying smell that it doesn't seem to make her think twice about it*

Harmonia: -"Well they were the ones that started it by not listening." Can't help but, feel like she's getting scolded here and she isn't terribly happy about it. Luckily that smell was still distracting her. "It's coming from you...or no I think it's coming from that funny thing you're wearing." Moves closer to the sash, attempting to figure out what the smell is.-

Oiseau Mort: "Vell zhey can't help it either." *watches her move towards her sash, clicking that maybe she's referring to Cracker* "Vhat? Is vous talking about Cracker? He does not smell! Bon sang..." *rolls her eyes, but takes a step back from this fawn because suddenly personal space feels like an issue here* "Does vous want to see him or zomezhing?"

Harmonia: -She quickly moved back close to the green merle yearling as soon as she had attempted to get her space. Personal space, what is that. "Cracker? Who's Cracker? Is that the name of that thing you're wearing?" Just kind of stares at the yearling, moving even closer to her.-

Oiseau Mort: *takes another step back, narrowing her eyes a little, but soom gets over that when she starts to inquire about Cracker* ... "Vous wants to see moi Cracker? Fine zhen." *she digs into her pouch, revealing what she was hiding; Cracker in all his decaying glory* "Zis, is moi Cracker.

Harmonia: -Having forgotten all about the butterflies Harmonia moved closer to the sash and peeked up at the bird inside. It took her a few seconds to even realize that was a bird, or once was a bird at least. "Oh hi there Cracker! Why were you hiding from me huh? You don't need to be afraid." After looking at Cracker for a few minutes she is suddenly filled with want. "I want a bird too! Did you catch him like I caught those butterflies? Did you have to break his wings so he wouldn't fly away?"-

Oiseau Mort: *suddenly confused by this fawns antics. Never had she come across another herla (with the exception of her family) that had even remotely tolerated her dear dead bird friend, and even then that didn't like him, but this little fawn wanted one? She wants a Cracker too?* "Non, moi found moi Cracker laying outside moi thicket when moi was a wee one." *nods* "Cracker vas already dead, but he still talks to moi." *nods again* ... "Though, moi supposes we could find vous a bird."

Harmonia: -"Cracker can talk?" Suddenly gets right up next to the sash, trying to get her ear as close to Cracker as she can. "I can't hear him. Is he not talking? Does he not like me?" Droops her ears slightly in disappoint. "...You'd help me find a Cracker too?" Her eyes light up slightly though, disappointment is still clearly on her face.-

Oiseau Mort: *watches the fawn's dissapointment, shaking her head* "Non, he does not always talk; Cracker iz... Very weird. He vasn't talking to moi just now either." *shuffles her hooves* "M-Moi supposes so..." *just how on earth was she to deal with this silly fawn? Minutes ago she'd found this silly herla with the long dainty white hair ripping apart butterflies, and now, somehow, she'd agreed to go find another dead bird for her? Oh well, it was better than trudging around boredly.* "Oui, we can." *she says again, a little more strongly. It's then she doesn't even realize the fawns name.* "Oh excusez-moi, but moi never asked for vous name. Moi is... To be called Oiseau Mort."

Harmonia: -"Oh Cracker must be shy!" Gently noses the sash hoping Cracker will warm up to her enough to talk. "Where do we find birds anyways? Will I have to catch one like the butterflies 'cause I'm reaaaally good at catching them!" Wiggles her tail excitedly at the thought of having a feathery friend. "O-Oh I'm Harmonia Aurora but, you can just call me Harmonia."-

Oiseau Mort: *flicks her ears when she noses her beloved bird* "Like butterflies? Perhaps." *shrugs* "Zhey fly like butterflies, but much much higher. And birdz are much faster, and zhey'll flutter away at the slightest sound." *nods* ... "Et should not be too hard, zhough, Harmonia." *looks at the tree tops, not quite sure how to go about catching a bird anyway, but this fawn is somewhat entertaining so she supposes it's the least she can do.*

Harmonia: -Pouts. "I can't catch them if they're way up there. Do they die a lot. Like I mine you found Cracker like that right or maybe I could steal a baby one." Muses for a second on taking a baby bird. They were probably slow and rather clumsy, though she had never seen one before. Still they'd probably be easy to catch.-

Oiseau mort: "Vell you could steal a baby one but zhey are in nests all zhe vay up zhere." *motions to the tree tops again, then snorts* "Moi vould like to zee vous try to catch one up zhere..." *flicks her tail, but since it's just a big poof it really doesn't do much but bob a little*

Harmonia: -Turns her attention to the tops of the trees for a bit. "Why do they have to stay way up there? I don't think I could climb a tree..." Thinks for a couple seconds before having an idea. "Is there a way to lure the babies out of the trees?-

Oiseau Mort: "Moi does not know." *this kids asks a lot of questions* "Zhey just do." *looks skyward too* "...Not that moi knows of. Perhaps vous should just stick to searching zhe ground. Zhat is how moi found Cracker." *turns around from and begins to walk* "Come on, zhen, petite one. Maybe vous could find a nest close to zhe ground, though."

Harmonia: -Gives the tree tops one last look before following after Oi, taking dainty steps to avoid tripping over her hair. "Do you think Cracker has a family somewhere? Maybe I could befriend one of his kids." Never mind that Cracker had been dead for at least a couple weeks, if not longer in Harmonia's mind he could somehow still have kids.-

Oiseau Mort: ... "Moi doubts it." *keeps walking, putting one purple hoof in front of the other, just biding her time and wearing away her boredom* ... "But moi zhinks moi Cracker might have a frère or a soeur somewhere..." *shrugs* "But kids? Non." *watches a few birds flutter around in the tree tops* ... *keeps moving, turning her attention to watch for anything close or around to ground level* ... *Speaking of brothers and sisters though, she wondered where this fawn's family was* ........ *Oh well, it was her place to ask, anyway, even if she was related to them*

Harmonia: -Listens to the other female talk, trying to hide her disappointment that there weren't baby decaying birds running around someone. She perks her ears up deciding to stay quiet for once and listen to her surroundings. She had learned the hard way that making a ton of noise while trying to stalk something didn't really work.-