Spring had arrived, and Chickadee found herself reflecting on the conversation she'd had with Jagger not long ago.

In fact, Chickadee had been giving a lot of thought to Jagger's precarious situation, lately. What troubled Jagger, troubled Chickadee -- that went without saying. Her mind had been so fully occupied, that Chicky had nearly forgotten her own troubles. Her problems seemed so far away and unimportant now, and she found it easy to dedicate all of her focus to Jagger and the 'imprint situation'.

She didn't quite know how she knew she was needed -- but somehow, she did. Chickadee found herself wandering slowly through Glorall's beautiful spring-touched landscapes, looking for Jagger, when she came across her sister quite accidentally.

She saw that Jag wasn't alone -- but that didn't mean much. Jagger was an outgoing type, not at all like the word-tripping Chicky, who preferred to keep her socializing to a minimum..

Chickadee sped up her pace, nails clicking softly against the dry earth. Her tail waved happily behind her, a flag proclaiming her affection.

She had arrived just in time to hear the strange male asking about her -- which Chickadee couldn't help but feel a little flustered over. Were they talking about her?

But before she could slide up and answer the question herself as she imagined it in her head, they were already on to a new topic of conversation. So, the auburn girl found herself walking along behind the pair, trying to figure out a good way to alert Jagger to her presence..

The two came to a stop, and Chickadee trotted up, bumping her shoulder gently against Jagger's and sitting down beside her.

Ah, well. If anyone could forgive such an awkward intrusion, it would be Jagger.

"Er.. hey sis," she said, smiling. "Who's this?"

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CHICKADEE
^{you're not alone}