"I treat you however I want! And that's that! Now pipe down!" Tikki yelled back at the sword as she drove it deeper into the ground. It felt good to finally be able to be the one to tell others off, instead of being the one who always got told off. Even if it just was a suspicious talking sword. She glared at the sword and then sensed someone's approach right as the sword mentioned them. 
"Shhh. I know already. It's most likely someone I know. and the only moronic one here is you. You have no reason to scream, item." she grinned at it and then pulled the sword out of the ground with a bit of trouble, trotted over to the stone where she had left the sheathe, and shoved it back in. Then she hung it over her back in between her wings and pretended that she was heading towards the lake where she originally left the fishing rod and the bag. Then she proceeded to skip along when suddenly a voice called out. 

"Tikki! What the hell was that just now?" it was a male voice, and out of the brush a big gray-hued man came out, with wings just like hers and dreads for air. His horns were golden spreckled and his feathers dark with spots of brighter gray. 
Tikki sighed, turned around and then casually slumped down to the ground, wrapping her tail around her then rolled her eyes at the man. 
"Why should I tell you?" Tikki poked her tongue out at the man. 
"Because I asked, and I demand an answer. " The mans voice was gruff and annoyed. The two others appeared behind him. 
"Tikki you should really listen to your elders. Especially when dressed. 
"But moooom" Tikki mocked the man behind the first one. "Fine. If you have to know o so desperately, I was rehearsing." She said and then stood up and jumped over to the him and booped his nose. "Rehearsing for something you would never be invited to anyway!"

The first man sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. " You should be rehearsing your fishing skills. We have been looking for you and we only found your gear because of your overly worried old father had us sent us to find you. Again. Although i just think we should let you be lost. It would make life so much easier." 
"Boo hoo. " Tikki circled around the third man. "Aren't you going to lecture me too? Or did the cat catch your tongue?" she said and then the third one grabbed a hold of the sheath and lifted Tikki up. He was much bigger than the first two, and almost double the size of Tikki, but she refused to let go of her newly found, annoying, but shiny sword. 

"Whats this?" he asked. 
"It's mine." Tikki replied, now angered, flapping her wings to make him let go. And he did. 
"It doesn't look like something you should have. "
"Alright there Bokor." The first male said. "Let her have her toys. Well let her precious father lecture her. Now lets just take her back." 

Tikki groaned and frowned and threw a mini tantrum, then started walking off ahead of the three men. 
"Sword, ya know that these blood thirsty bandits are just like me. They happen to be my idiot cousins." she hissed at the sword on her back. "I appriciate that youre quiet from now on, or else ill look even more crazy than I am."

"Tikki who are you talking to?" The first male asked. 
"Im rehearsing. Mimicry. Ya know. That thing where you speak for someone else but it looks like you're not. GAh its none of your business Thrak. Ya know" she said and spun around as she spoke and started walking backwards. "You could have just called for me. No need to bring Kurîl or that new.. Bokor? That big guy here with you." she turned back and spread her wings and started to fly home.

Thrak turned to Kurîl and sighed. "What should we do with her? She's too... Unique to listen. She's just annoying."
"I know" he answered and frowned. "Maybe once her father is out of the picture we could do something about it" he answered than followed TIkki together with the others back to the Ravenfell Netixels home.