#magpies self preservation insticts are not the highest

[idolmelodies]

(@askfatesguardian) The air charged around the small woman. Whispers of fur sliding against itself would sound in the shadows nearby. A presence that shouldn't have even BEEN here. "I had a songbird like you once," the golden Ninetails crooned. It should have been soothing... yet there was an edge to her voice that made her anything but. "Who do you sing for, little one? Do you even have purpose? Shall I give you one?"

It’s the treble shape appendage on Magpie’s head that first reacts to the change in the air, the ears of it twitching, sending a signal that causes her heart to stutter and then kick up a few beats. She whips around to face the large Ninetails, brow furrowing as she takes a small step back. It isn’t fear that hits her, rather a cautious uneasiness, brought upon by the overwhelming energy dancing around her. Rhea is more than just a normal Ninetails, Magpie knows that much.

She quickly schools her expression all the same, eyebrows rising with shocked intrigue. “Oh, you surprised me! I don’t know how I didn’t notice your approach-- you are quite large!”

“Who do I sing for, hmmm? There isn’t just one person I sing for, my voice is for whoever will listen. For whoever needs it! Unless you mean who has given me my platform … then that would be The Chairman!” Magpie claps her hands together. “And my purpose as a Meloetta is to preserve and spread the music of the area in which I was born… formed? …Yeah!”

She pauses, brow furrowing as she rounds back to the Ninetails initial words. She isn’t fond of the usage of ‘had’ in the sentence, but she decides to give Rhea the benefit of the doubt, lightly treading the topic. “You mentioned knowing a Meloetta in the past, yes? May I be a bit prying and ask what happened to them?”

( @askfatesguardian )