#Sideroad: Hat Birdy

[crossbowtrades]

Hold still your blade, I am but a humble little phantom. I am searching for some items, may you perhaps have a golden apple?

[The large bird seems to mistake Annoyance for its kind. Or maybe that was just how it addressed everyone that it spoke to, even the large Warden in the dark behind it, sleeping.]

[It never truly looks at the Phantom infront of it, instead directly off elsewhere at it sits still for a moment, before wiggling its head and neck vigorously.]

[The Apple it.... gives is pristine, like nothing had touched it. Was this how it held things? Regardless, the beast seems pleased with its handiwork.]

"Hat." (The world is a tepid bog into which we sink- Too weak to thrash as the mud clings to our eyes and fills our throats, till we blissfully choke.)

"Hat."

(Enjoy your gift, little bird. I will give more if you need them.}

[crossbowtrades]

Throws a bucket of water at the nearest person

[crossbowtrades]

‘Willing to flip a coin for a gift?’ I ask into the deep dark “what’s your favorite color?”

[The parrot speaks with an excitement that changes its plume. Despite the noise its traveling compainion brings, The Warden that has been sleeping by it slowly stirs and looks more confused than angered, the little leaves that have been growing in her hair twitching and wiggling.]

[crossbowtrades]

What's the weirdest creature you've run into, Royah? Was it a player? Or like, a weird version of something you've seen before?

"It looks at me. Wisdom glimmers in its eyes, yet it doesn't seem to understand its own thoughts."

"Hat"

"I want its hat."