Míngqin happily ate his mouse, not noticing either of the bigger beings’ discomfort. He was happy he was getting food, and something tasty too. He did like mice a lot, though he also ate squirrels, or rats, or anything else small enough for him to win a fight with.
He didn’t have anything against eating berries either though, and technically any meat humans and alike ate -he just didn’t know that existed.
Míngqin chirped happily, ruffling his feathers slightly as his chest was stroked. It was nice, and he took it as an affectionate gesture. So he was really happy he was getting pet.
He trilled happily when he was told it was time for food, hopping around as he tried to see. He perked up when he saw the servant, noticing the moving bag. He wanted food! He hoped he could get it, whatever it was. It seemed alive, so he hoped he could really hunt and catch it.
He smiled softly, reaching in the bag and pulling out a small mouse. Its tail was whipping and he murmured something into its ear. He took two of the legs then pinched them, the fragile bones breaking easily. There was a high pitched squeal and the elf whimpered softly. “I know, I know… it will be put out of its suffering soon, I promise.”
He placed the maimed mouse on the ground, it squealing and trying to run away. “You may eat.”
Míngqin watched curiously, not bothered by the sounds the mouse made. Though he noted it was the elf again, so he shouldn’t chirp. He wondered if they didn’t like being outside at all, considering all the birds that just tweeted away and didn’t stop like
Míngqin did.
As soon as he was allowed,
Míngqin jumped down from Joshua -using his wings to glide down- and pounced onto the mice. He broke its neck with his claws, before happily digging in and eating its insides.
Míngqin chirped happily, ruffling his feathers slightly as his chest was stroked. It was nice, and he took it as an affectionate gesture. So he was really happy he was getting pet.
He trilled happily when he was told it was time for food, hopping around as he tried to see. He perked up when he saw the servant, noticing the moving bag. He wanted food! He hoped he could get it, whatever it was. It seemed alive, so he hoped he could really hunt and catch it.
Míngqin listened intently on what Joshua was telling him, nodding along. Most of that didn’t really apply to him, he supposed. He didn’t wear any clothes, he couldn’t tell what Joshua had down there, he was sure he couldn’t grow a beard, and he wasn’t sure about differences if voices. But, his chest was flat too!
“Chest flat! You!
Míngqin like you!”, he chirped in reply. He supposed he must be a he then!
He shook his head once. “I am a male, not because my chest is flat, but because I choose to be. Do you choose to be a male or female? If you don’t feel like either that’s okay too.” He reassured softly.
Míngqin tilted his head. So it was a matter of just choosing whatever he wanted to be? How would he know what to be?
“He?”, he still just connected his decision with being like Joshua. He didn’t know why he would choose anything or nothing, so he just picked the one thing that seemed like a good choice.
Míngqin listened intently on what Joshua was telling him, nodding along. Most of that didn’t really apply to him, he supposed. He didn’t wear any clothes, he couldn’t tell what Joshua had down there, he was sure he couldn’t grow a beard, and he wasn’t sure about differences if voices. But, his chest was flat too!
“Chest flat! You!
Míngqin like you!”, he chirped in reply. He supposed he must be a he then!
He made sure he wouldn’t fall off the book when Joshua sat up, quieting when he was hushed. He did wonder what he meant though.
“Míngqin?”, he repeated, curious. He had no idea what it might mean, but he was curious.He perked up when he heard he was getting a mouse, or a chicken. A chicken was big -if he remembered right what the animals were called- and he was sure he would have trouble with it if he was faced with one, since he couldn’t fly.
He hummed softly, watching as the elf servant departed. As soon as they were gone he looked back down at his curious harpy. “Ah- it means Songbird in Chinese. I’ve decided that is your new name.”
Joshua reached so he was petting its chest, moving up slowly to gently scratch under its chin. “Such a good pet.” He was nearly positive it was a male at the point. “Míngqín, do you think as yourself as he?”
“Míngqin!
Míngqin!”, he chirped happily. He liked it! It sounded nice! And he finally had his very own name!
“He? What’s he?”, Míngqin still didn’t understand what it meant, he didn’t know what gender is. He basically understood what it was, but he just didn’t know what it really meant.
He made a surprised sound still about the petting, though he made a happy chirping sound as he was scratched beneath his chin.
He made sure he wouldn’t fall off the book when Joshua sat up, quieting when he was hushed. He did wonder what he meant though.
“Míngqin?”, he repeated, curious. He had no idea what it might mean, but he was curious.
He perked up when he heard he was getting a mouse, or a chicken. A chicken was big -if he remembered right what the animals were called- and he was sure he would have trouble with it if he was faced with one, since he couldn’t fly.
Markus kept happily climbing around and singing his songs. But he got hungry some time, not having eaten anything all day. He hadn’t gotten anything.
Looking to the ground, he couldn’t spot anything alive. He supposed they were on Joshua’s property, and there wouldn’t be any mice running around. He hadn’t see any squirrels either.He did see Joshua though. So he jumped from the tree and glided down, no uplifting wind picking him up thankfully. He landed right on the book, and chirped at Joshua, jumping up and down.
“Master! Master! Wakey wakey!”, he chirped. He had heard earlier the other calling Joshua master, and since he had no concept of names, that must be his!Joshua murmured softly in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes as he heard the chirping. A chuckle left him as he spotted the jumping harpy, calling Master. “Hello, little one. Did you have fun?”
He hadn’t intended on falling asleep. Not at all. But he couldn’t deny he felt more rested, and also a bit hungry. His hunger reminded him of his pets and he rose a finger to pet the others back. “Are you hungry?”
The harpy made a surprised sound when Joshua pet his back, but smiled. It felt nice, so it must be a nice gesture!
“Hungry! Birdie needs food!”, he chirped, hopping up and down on Joshua’s book. He was careful not to break it or tear it or something, he wanted to be gentle with it! Because gentle was good.
He chirped happily, singing a melody, clearly enjoying it a lot.
Markus kept happily climbing around and singing his songs. But he got hungry some time, not having eaten anything all day. He hadn’t gotten anything.
Looking to the ground, he couldn’t spot anything alive. He supposed they were on Joshua’s property, and there wouldn’t be any mice running around. He hadn’t see any squirrels either.
He did see Joshua though. So he jumped from the tree and glided down, no uplifting wind picking him up thankfully. He landed right on the book, and chirped at Joshua, jumping up and down.
“Master! Master! Wakey wakey!”, he chirped. He had heard earlier the other calling Joshua master, and since he had no concept of names, that must be his!
His face lit up and he chirped happily, hopping up and down. He could sing! He was allowed to!
“Come when call! Okay! Okay!”, he chirped happily, hopping off to go explore his tree, wings fluttering. He could use his clawed hands to climb, which got obvious as soon as he reached the trunk, using all his claws on hands and feet to climb up with ease.He was chirping and trilling happily, singing to his heart’s contents. He sounded just like an excited and happy little bird, singing his songs.
Joshua hummed softly as the other sang, the sound happy. When it began to scale the tree he raised his eyebrow, watching closely as the nails easily penetrated the wood. If that had been his skin he would have been bleeding. Apparently the little thing was smarter than he thought.
He wondered how long it had been restrained from singing, from doing what it loved. He walked over to his chair, sitting down in it and closing his eyes as he listened.
The little harpy was happily singing and trilling, tweeting his songs. He was he happiest he could be, climbing around the tree and hopping along its branches. He had a lot of stored energy from being caged, so he was very happy he was able to jump around, climbing around, and singing happily.
He did look around a lot as well, curious to see his surroundings. He saw Joshua sitting down there too, making him chirp happily as well. It was thanks to him he could sing and climb around after all!
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