Jose
Anonymous was above all this. 

They lowered their gaze to the bird's eyes, wearing a stare of calm responsibility. As much as she wanted to sock the fuck out of this bird's face, she had responsibilities and a job, and had had it for roughly 20 years, so this little roadbump wouldn't break her. Besides, 

"Excuse me." She spoke plainly, nonthreatening, but not politely either. She'd rather not shove Cerul if she didn't have to, but it wouldn't be hard given the weight difference.
Edward
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꧁~ Cerul's lip probably would've curled angrily, but all he had was a beak that seemed to have a sharp look of disdain on it. Flurries of peeve ran up and down the petulant peacock, one of his talons annoyingly scratching against the ground. 

◈ ***"Excuse me~"*** She mocked. **"You can't just dismiss yourself from a conversation yoooou started, that's just rude."**

꧁~ Cerul took a step forward, his claws talon tapping gently against the brooch, creating an audible 'clink' noise!

◈ **"Besides, how is anybody supposed to respect you as an officer if you act like a shut away nuisance to important people? Like me~."** She flicked the metal object before backing off, withdrawing his clawed appendage. Cerul was really just talking to himself at this point in time.

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Jose
Anonymous wasn't going to get fazed by something silly and simple.

But this... That brooch...

Anon's eyes went wide and she spun on a dime to watch her brooch move over her shoulder and onto the ground with a minor *Tink*. She stared at it, feeling a waterfall of emotion suddenly begin to pound on her. Surging rapids crushing her, like she was being waterboarded, unable to breathe. 

Anonymous lowered herself to her knees in front of the brooch, scooping up the brooch from the ground and staring at it. Her form was one of pain and suffering, back broken from standing tall and firm all of the time to mask the pain but...

As tears fell from her eyes, forming thin lines upon her face, she muttered with intense regret and shame, "Sylvia... I'm so sorry..." She didn't sob or sniffle, just gently let tears fall as she basked in her pain. The desert evening primrose design... It meant so much to her. She glanced to Sylvia on her arm, pained and downtrodden before she closed her eyes to remember as her heart began to break apart.

||"Meet me at the Turnstead Oasis." Those words, she would never forget the way they were spoken, slightly anxious yet excited as they exited the silicobra's mouth when the sun began to rise that morning after their tribes traded.

Anonymous spent all day wondering what was gonna happen. Was she gonna be ambushed? No... She seemed too sweet for that. Was she gonna tell her a secret? Probably not... Her heart fluttered though, gazing upon those sweet, kind, beautiful eyes, so she knew what she had to do.

The desert didn't have a lot of plants, but even still she searched all day underground for one to give Sylvia, whose name she didn't even know yet. She had to find something just as beautiful as her... No, not hibiscus, not a cactus... Despite her best efforts, she found nothing. That night, she was supposed to go to Sylvia at the Oasis, but she didn't, too ashamed that she couldn't find a flower beautiful enough for her.||

||Instead, she spent all night searching. Scouring the desert for a flower, and when the sun began to rise... She found it. A desert lily. It was beautiful and quaint, sweet and inviting, perfect for Sylvia. She felt silly for getting so worked up over a girl who she barely knew... Especially from another tribe, but her heart told her to.

The following night, the cacnea hurried to the Turnstead Oasis, terribly afraid that Sylvia might not be there. After all, she hadn't shown up last night... Would she really be here again, holding out that Anonymous would arrive? But despite her doubts, tightly clutching the desert lily in her hands, Anonymous laid eyes upon Sylvia. Their eyes lit up when they met, hurrying over together with joy and excitement.

Anonymous held the lily behind her back, and before she could say anything, Sylvia quickly started to ramble and explain, wearing a look of ashamed happiness and relief. 

"Ohmygosh! I'm so sorry, lass! I was going to come yesterday but I lost my gift for you..." She winced in embarrassment, "But! I got you a new one." And she wore an innocent smile, almost looking for affirmation from the Cacnea .Her tail curled out from behind her, and clutched a stem, looking rather healthy and strong.

It was a desert evening-primrose.||

And Anonymous was back here. In the Garden. On her knees. With her heart suffocating, she muttered painfully, 

"Oh my Desert Lily... I'm so sorry..."
Edward
❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 


꧁~ Cerul looked down at the wilting plant that was Anonymous... She didn't have a readable emotion on her face, just staring blankly as if he couldn't process what was going on in front of him. But he could very well see what was going on, and it didn't elicit the response Cerul wanted.

꧁~ Cerul was trying to agitate her. Not whatever reaction this jargon was! The bird even flinched when seeing Anonymous collapse to their knees, cringing as Anonymous surrendered herself to the dirt. His collective handful of braincells were whirring with smoke as he processed everything...

꧁~ This was pathetic.

꧁~ Like, *Really* Certainly pathetic.

꧁~ Cerul looked down at the shriveling cactus, foot tapping impatiently for her to finish whatever interpersonal conflict was going on, *'get up... Stop being so dullen already'* He thought to himself... For once the altaria felt genuine discomfort from something that wasn't the sloppy outdoors or a messy surface. She looked around, hoping somebody was watching this scene from a distance and come whisk him away... Urk, where was your butler when you needed him?

꧁~ Eventually Cerul realized no such luck would happen, and took it onto himself to say something.

◈ The bird huffed uncomfortably. **"Hfff..."**Cerul stared at Anonymous like someone looking at their cringe worthy past self, or a disappointed parent looking at their less than perfect child. **"Uhm.."** The bird vocalized. 

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