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Finnick saw the strange wyngling every day at the Nook since he'd arrived. There weren't very many like him, but they were both kind of special in that same way. Finnick was different too, in a different way. He knew he wanted to talk to them, find out what they were, but he wasn't sure how. One day, though, he had an idea. He could get something nice, something flashy, and approach under the guise of showing it off. It wasn't hard to find the perfect thing, a purple, starry bandanna that matched his eyes. It was perfect. He trotted over to the other wyngro.

"Hi there!" Friendly, chipper! This would go well!

"Go away." Oooor not! Finnick's head cocked to the side, smile replaced with a frown at the green kid's attitude. Well, he's not one to give up so quickly.

"Do you like space? I got a space bandanna!" The feathers of his tail make a quiet whooshing sound with it's movement.

"Sorry, are you still talking to me?" The sleek creature replies, slowing the motion of the little quill's tail. The green wyngling stands, clearly intent on just leaving the feathered boy there, until the next thing he says halts the finn's departure.

"My name's Finnick!" He chirps. Black and blue eyes narrow.

"You're a quill..." He begins in reply, turning back to him and flopping down atop the box he was seated on. One eyebrow raises at the strange bird as he continues, "...Named Finn."

Finnick:
+Accessory
+Fluffy Limbs (Marble)
+Baby Teef (1 )
+Beak Nose (1 )

max wyns

Description
Finnick saw the strange wyngling every day at the Nook since he'd arrived. There weren't very many like him, but they were both kind of special in that same way. Finnick was different too, in a different way. He knew he wanted to talk to them, find out what they were, but he wasn't sure how. One day, though, he had an idea. He could get something nice, something flashy, and approach under the guise of showing it off. It wasn't hard to find the perfect thing, a purple, starry bandanna that matched his eyes. It was perfect. He trotted over to the other wyngro.

"Hi there!" Friendly, chipper! This would go well!

"Go away." Oooor not! Finnick's head cocked to the side, smile replaced with a frown at the green kid's attitude. Well, he's not one to give up so quickly.

"Do you like space? I got a space bandanna!" The feathers of his tail make a quiet whooshing sound with it's movement.

"Sorry, are you still talking to me?" The sleek creature replies, slowing the motion of the little quill's tail. The green wyngling stands, clearly intent on just leaving the feathered boy there, until the next thing he says halts the finn's departure.

"My name's Finnick!" He chirps. Black and blue eyes narrow.

"You're a quill..." He begins in reply, turning back to him and flopping down atop the box he was seated on. One eyebrow raises at the strange bird as he continues, "...Named Finn."

Finnick:
+Accessory
+Fluffy Limbs (Marble)
+Baby Teef (1 )
+Beak Nose (1 )

max wyns