[center][h2][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170701/55ee4850710298941e94c2eccfcb0036.png[/img][/h2][img]https://i.imgur.com/tNZRxLb.png[/img][h3][color=#78926D]Group #4[/color]
[color=#78926D]Location:[/color] Rowen's Compartment || [color=#78926D]Action:[/color] Bird training, bird protecting || [color=#78926D]Mood:[/color] Bored--> Curious--> Defensive [/h3][color=#78926D]Interacting with: Bird [NPC], Wakana Sakura [@Tenma Tendo][/color]
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Rowen sighed deeply. The initial excitement she had felt when she had first boarded the train had faded away, replaced with boredom and apathy. It felt like she had been on this rolling metal box for ages—literally days. In fact, exactly how long had she been on this train anyway? Time had become some sort of monotonous blur.
 
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
 
The young woman's brows furrowed together. She looked around curiously to find the source of the noise, only to realize that her carriage compartment had stretched out much larger than when she first arrived. And there was an unfamiliar door as well. Her curiosity was immediately tickled. Rowen was just a half second away from lifting herself off her seat, when she felt something land atop her head. [color=#78926D]"Hmm?"[/color] Dagny reached her hands up, her fingers finding something very soft and warm. She lifted the squishy little thing gently in front of her, and found herself facing a small blue and orange bird.
 
"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!" The creature sang before her.
 
[color=#78926D]"Chirp! Chirp!"[/color] Rowen replied back, a smile hidden underneath her mask. It seemed to be no more than a fledgling, but even a brief inspection couldn't reveal to her its breed. She searched around her compartment for its nest, thinking that somehow a bird had built one on the train and the baby had fallen out, but as she expected there was none.
 
[color=#78926D]"Just where did you come from, little one?"[/color] She asked it quietly. The bird answered her with more chirps. With no home to return it to and what would likely soon become a very hungry baby, Wen had only one choice. She would have to adopt it. First step: getting the bird to imprint on her.
 
But before she could fully begin the journey to bird mom, a bespectacled girl with orange hair came screeching into her compartment. Wen immediately hid her baby bird defensively within her jacket, her body tense with the expectation of danger. That's why the girl was fleeing, right? Because of danger? [color=#78926D]"What is it?"[/color] Rowen asked the girl almost quietly.