Posted by Civilian Hinky the Risan Parrot (Not Your Average Pet) in Sloane Square- A Fine Day for a Pause

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Sloane Square- A Fine Day for a Pause

Posted by Civilian Hinky the Risan Parrot (Not Your Average Pet) in Sloane Square- A Fine Day for a Pause
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There were times she actually did wish someone on her detail was telepathic so she could communicate more in depth, but they did have their signs and signals. In this case, Eela’s paranoid brain was wondering if someone was behind the bird and using it to get something from her. Crazy, right? Discomfited, she turned to Chuck Mangioni and arched a brow, as if to say, ‘That was odd, right?’. So much for a quiet respite, Sipping her coffee, she rose to her feet and gazed up into the tree for a moment before heading off.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

In the tree, Hinky stamped his little bird feet furiously and took out his frustration when he saw a juicy Andorian caterpillar, scooping it in his beak.

A little snack always helped him think.

Speaking of snacks, it looked like the rich-seeming woman, his new meal ticket, was leaving the bench. This would not do.

Hinky flapped out of the crest of the tree and scoped Eela’s form from above, trailing the woman and her security detail from the air. He fell in with a couple sparrows looping over the square and kept watch.

-Hinky on surveillance

There was a twinge on her senses, not quite like a mind she could sense near her, but that familiar sense of life she had felt earlier. It was stronger than the background feelings about her and so Eela stopped and braced her hand on her hip, casting her gaze upwards. Yep, of course. The parrot had followed her.

She would not be chased from the Square by a bird, and so Eela Dasca stared at the brightly coloured creature, her mind focused intently on the tiny mystery forming before her.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

She stopped, Hinky thought.

He made a few feeble sparrow noises, but he knew it was futile.

Maybe it was time to get fruits the old fashioned way. Playing it frank.

He broke away from the sparrows and spiraled his way back down from the skies above Sloane Square and landed with a fat thud and shake in front of Eela.

He peered up at her with a well of feeling in his eyes, like a cartoon bear might make.

-Hinky, animatedly

Eryn laughed at the antics of the bird. She waved to Eela’s head security and showed her ID as well as pointing out her own guard, a bulky Orion by the name of Mastik. She wasn’t there officially as part of the CIA, but it never hurt to be respectful. Her guards would recognize her as the illusive artist that had taken up residence on the colony. A few, depending on who they were and what they were told, might know her as an agent under Dir James. It depended. “Zhat is a Risan Parrot. Zhey are sentient and moody and irritating. Zhey have zhe maturity of a moody teenager. He is probably attracted to your clothes and jewelry.” The woman had almost white blonde hair and dark green eyes. She wore a humored smile while eyeing the bird. She was dressed in skin tight Yudig cotten pants and a hip length ohlovig blouse. She had large sunglasses perched on her head and a scarf wrapped around her neck. “He probably vants food. Zhey are spoiled even in zhe wild. Careful zhough. Once you feed it, it will never leave you alone. I made zhat mistake vhen I vas living on Risa.”

Eryn