Surprise. Joy. Curiosity. Those were the things i could absorb from her facial expressions. Her mouth moved like it was something exquisite, making alien sounds to my leafs. She was trying to communicate, and it sounds to me like the birds announcing spring... Calling for better days.

She brought someone else today. The little one flaped around his stick-like wings but he couldn't become airborn. I felt sorry for the creature, trying something he could never achieve... Yet, it smiled and laughed, and so did the older one. Odd. How can they see joy in failure?

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The creature touched me with one of its sticks, gently at first, but later he plucked one of my greener leaves. Time, resources and patience, all gone in a slick pinch. Why is the fleshling so full of curiosity that it needs to destroy in order to undestand it? Yet, he hoarded it like i was made of gold.

It was strange. To feel that i'm kept at such high regards.

The sun is setting, and so am i.