of-bug-and-beast:
Oh, woe be the sibling that wanted to surprise their younger sister! Storm aside, the owlet had done her very best to follow Ori from the air without being noticed. Ku couldn’t quite tell if they really didn’t notice her, or it they were trying to be polite and feign surprise when she inevitably did land beside them.
But either way…
Well, it didn’t matter. The rain and wind made it nigh impossible to fly properly- especially with the prosthetic- and Ku was forced to land much earlier than she wanted. But still! She could find her sibling from the ground, too; they were hard to miss in this sort of dark environment, glowing as brightly as they did.
It did take a while for her to find them; Ori was sheltered from the rain with branches and leaves, partially obscuring them from sight. But she did find them! And that’s what mattered. Ku ruffled her feathers and shook, trying to get some of the water out of her plumage, then turned to look up at her half-hidden sibling.
“Hi, Ori!” she chirped.
They hadn’t noticed her until she was far, far closer than they imagined. One eyebrow and ear raised, Ori looked to their left and squeaked in surprise at the sight of their sister climbing up to meet them. How long had she been following them?! Did she see the fruit? And more importantly, was she managing okay in the rain?
Ori hurried to hide their surprise behind them, pinning the fruits between their back and the tree and wrapping their tail around them. For more support, however, they reached for the branch they were holding and tore off a part of it-
“K-Ku!” the spirit guardian feigned calmness. Act natural. They waved to her with the hand holding the set of twigs and leaves, looking to it and then stuffing it behind them as well. That’ll do ... it was a bit awkward and they’d have to hold this position for who knows how long, but they could manage.
Ori adjusted the position of the branch so that part of it was above Ku as well, beckoning for her to shuffle closer with an open palm, “I didn’t even notice you following me ...!” they murmured, casting a worried glance over her drenched feathers and ending at her face; a silent question of whether she was alright.









