The harpy chirped happily, looking up to Ray. He smiled, happy, trilling a happy melody. He was really good at that! He loved chirping and trilling songs and melodies, just because he liked their sounds. Even if he couldn’t fly anymore, and couldn’t go anywhere on his own really.
Ray smiled happily as he heard his voice. He hummed softly at that his smile grew widder. “Your voice is gorgeous little one , but the same goes to your feathers too. Hmmm but still can you speak ?”he asked softly with a smile
“Little songbird! Be quiet!”, the little harpy said, chirping softly after. It was one of the phrases he had heard the most, and he had been pretty much always been called Songbird. He wasn’t sure if he had a name or not.
He happily continued chirping, seeing how Ray didn’t mind him being noisy.
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