Amara!!🪽

"I'm still getting along, all things considered! I've been shedding a whole lot to prepare for my winter coat, too."

Brushing down a wing, Amara looks up at Victor.

"Has everything been alright out in the forest? It isn't getting too sparce or cold for you, is it?"

"A lot more sleep, I can tell you that, it's been getting ever so deeply cold."

Grasping at the fabric of her cardigan, her mind conjures the chilling bite of the autumnal breeze.

"The silence you like? I understand what you mean, your own solitude, and your own company."

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"Thermo... molten alloys? Oh! About heat conductivity in melted metal combinations? Sorry, that took me a moment to figure out there!"

She's smart, sure, but not as smart as Hank! Holding a hand out to shake, Amara smiles up at Hank.

"You cannot sleep? Oh, Victor, I'm so sorry... would you need somewhere to stay?"

"Hmm? Oh, good day to you, doctor!"

She waves politely, looking up at the blue build towering before her.

"I'm great, thank you for asking, and even better now! What about yourself, Victor? How's the changing season treating you?"

"If you say so! Admittedly, I just wanted an excuse to say hi and talk to you..."

"It's ever so good to see you again, Victor, hello!"
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"You can say that again! Ah, I just adore the scent of rain on the pavement and fallen leaves... I'm proud of you, you know, maintaining yourself and staying out of trouble. You're doing a magnificent job!"

Nodding firmly, Amara beams brightly.

"I don't know how much I can say I've missed you..."

"I can't fault you for that whatsoever, it was a real scorcher of a summer this year, huh? As long as you're okay!"

Beaming, she's pleased to see him again.

"And I've missed you too! I've been well, overall, I'm finally settling in for the autumn season! What about you?"

"Quite some time, it seems, as was I... perhaps it was some form of summer hibernation? Either way, hi there James! It's been far too long!"

She waves enthusiastically!

Once-vibrant leaves shift from greens full of life to gentle hues of copper and bronze, the air heavier with a dewy mist that settles within the morning. It's colder now.

Looking out from her apartment window, Amara sighs, slowly waking and warming up. Perhaps [reader] will join her?

☆Interaction bait while I think about what to pooooost

Never a message, never a word, echoing phrases spat with malice.

It was their choice.

Their choice to leave, their choice to surrender, surrender her, surrender the connection of family.

They most likely don't know she's alive...

It's her birthday.

She'll cry if she wants to.

It feels near impossible to shake the memories, the ones that haunt, the ones that refuse to settle.

Holding her hands against her upper arms, the silence weighs heavy, cut through by the occasional emotional sniffle or gasp for air.

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It's weird to her, seeing others make such a tradition to this annual event, perhaps due to her lack of experience?

Either way, the morning brings her down, bodily movements feeling as if they're weighted by lead.

Shaking hands and misting vision plagues.

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The day always comes around, every year, no grand hurrah, nothing in particular, not for a very long time, not since she can recall. It must have been long before she can remember, vague recollections of candles and cake, young wings and bright eyes.

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Staring out, the cruelly familiar chill runs across her skin, making her feathers stand on end. Rhythmic beeping, pinpricks that run past skin deep, the same heavy headed fog that coiled its way through her mind like a smothering blanket, it's sickening.

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Exhaustion spreads, forming a dull ache in the front of her head, making the wings on her ears droop, the warmth of the morning light rivalling the sterile memories.

Many of these days, been and gone, like any other day.

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The dawn lights up the kitchen through the living room, bathing the space in an orange glow, a date remains starred upon the calendar.

September 16th.

Sliding a hand across her face, she pinches the bridge of her nose, sitting down onto the couch with both hands clasped.

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The same as any other morning, amber spills against magnolia walls, introducing the dawn of the day.
Same routine, same stretches, same tea, same sounds, nothing feels different, and she likes it that way.

With the warm darkness of her apartment, tired eyes slowly adjust.

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𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠

-A short solo-

*yaaaaaawn*
"Good morning, all! Have we all been well? Does anyone have any plans for today? I'd love to hear them!"

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𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙀𝙓𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀
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𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅.
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𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬...𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."

Moving herself around her living space, she unknowingly tracks mud across the floor, her arms full of bundles of sticks and fistfuls of moss. Carefully crafting, weaving and assembling these branches, she stands back and dusts off her hands!

What could she possibly need a nest for?

Sat basking in the current sun, Amara relaxes, quiet and content.

She's currently sat to herself, watching the sky's hues shift over time as the sun sets, sinking behind the buildings below.

☆OMG THAT'S OOMF??? MY BELOVED TESTAMENT OOMFIE FROM TWT???

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♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱

a white duck with a yellow beak is sitting on a carpet with its eyes closed . ALT: a white duck with a yellow beak is sitting on a carpet with its eyes closed .

She's currently fast asleep, absolutely exhausted and sleeping soundly.
Would you wake her up?