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The finn quietly opened his eyes, but closed them the moment after, blinded by the big amount of light in the room. His head was heavy, and so was his body. But he felt better than before, simply a bit knocked out by the past events. When he reopened his eyes, they met the yellow look of his friend, who was sitting just next to the bed. He smiled at them, with a comfy look.

- Good morning Silver... Where I am..?

The grey biped raised their head, with a neutral look, like usual.

- 'Morning. You lost consciousness after, you know... What happened. So we had to transport you in a proper bed. From what Osiris told me, we're in the Speaker's shelter.

Lithin got a bit confused by the two new names. His friend probably got the chance to learn more about their saviors while he was knocked out.

- Osiris... ?

He raised his body, looking around him, searching for the three gro who saved his life. He could only find one; a red quill, body aginst the wall. His face was muffled in the blue feathers around his neck, but it was easy to tell that he was awfully tired. After all, he was the one who had to battle aginst the Spite. The finn got a bit intimidated by the cold green look of the Wyngro, staring at him silently.

- That's me. Saint and the Speaker arrive soon.

His voice was tired, and a bit monotone. The finn noded, but a bit worried about the feathered gro, wondering if he only slept. Saint's name was also a new one for him.

- I see... Thank you.

He looked down, feeling sorry for what happened, while Osiris only looked away before closing his eyes, puffing up his feathers for his own comfort. The finn felt like this story with the Noc was his fault; he didn't trusted his friend who wanted to save him from the obvious danger. But this same friend was also wrong, even if this time they were right. Both were wrong after all.

- Erm... I... I'm sorry.

The finn raised his ears when he heard the whisper of Silver. He turned his head to them, eyes wide open. That was sure something unusual for them to say. The biped was looking down, not hesitating even a single look to the one they hurted. The words of the Finn just kept repeating themselves inside their head; they took everything from them. The yellow quad finally smiled softly to his companion.

- It's okay Silver... I should have listen to you. That's also my fault...

- No, you were right. I hurt you, I took everything from you. It's almost like I never cared about your health... But, when I saw you with that spite, I was really worried. And I almost lost you... I feel stupid.

They softly turned their head away, still too ashamed by their mistake to risk a look at the finn. But this one just kept looking at them. In the corner, the quill was simply listening, eyes closed, not interrumpting their conversation.

- Listen Silver, I don't care about it anymore... I know that inside you, you're a good Wyngro. And this prove it. It's over now, there is no more spite around me, I'm safe... No need to care about this anymore.

The silver Wyngro dropped their ears and frowns.

- But I hurted you.

At the same time, a stepping noise could be heard. The red biped opened his eyes to look at the two expected newcomers. Lithin look at them; one was the grey biped who healed him, he was holding a plate with three cups on it, probably for each of them. At his side was another biped, in a large dress, the same way as priest, his face hidden. That was probably him, the Speaker.

- You finally woke up my friend. I hope you had a good rest.

The grey biped smiled at Lithin, who nodded at him, returning the smile, polite.

- Yes... Thank you very much for the hospitality.

The Speaker walked in the room, near the bed where the quad was resting.

- My child, I heard that you were attacked by a spite ? Chii'falla bless you, her light has guided you here.

The finn took a more serious expression at his words.

- That's right... I found a Noc, and it turned out that it has been a spite using me. Silver tried to warn me... But I didn't trusted her.

He turned his head to Silver, while Osiris and Saint raised their. This story was familiar for them.

- And what were you doing in the forest, at night ? Such dangerous places are not a playground for childrens.

Silver answered this question, with a quiet voice.

- We live in the streets. Lithin has found the Noc while trying to get food. I didn't agreed on keeping them, but he did anyway. Days later, his state was just getting worse... I tried to ward him about it, but I did it wrong, and he runned away, till he found his way in the forest. That's were I found him back.

Not giving a look to other Wyngrew, they continued to talk.

- That was my fault if he didn't trusted me, I'm very sorry. I made a lot of mistakes and I feel bad about it...

The Speaker immediatly stopped them.

- This is nobody's fault, that thing can fool anyone. Saint once felt victim of it as well time ago, now he's well aware of it's dangers and schemes.

He looked at the biped, who nodded at this words, remembering this part of his past he wishes he could have forgot. The finn looked at him, surprised; so they were not the only ones. These creatures have hurted way more, and it's far from being finished. Silver looked away. When the yellow quad got his eyes back on them, and sighed, but with a smile.

- Silver, I told you... Stop feeling bad for that. I forgive you.

- But...

They turned their head to Lithin, finally looking at him; but suddenly, the finn hugged the biped, who got more than surprised.

- H-Hey what are you... ?!

- Stop finding excuses and let's just be friends.

- ...Ugh, fine... Alright...

The biped also took his friend in their arms, a bit grumpy about it, while the finn smiled even more, tightening his friend in his arms. The three other biped looked at the scene. An amused smile got on Saint's face, who felt like he already saw this story before. He slided his amused look at the quill, while he was giving him a cup of tea. The green eyed biped got his look, and immediatly understood what it meant. He growled words that were only audible for the grey and purple one.

- Don't remind me of this.

When the two friends finally separated themselves, the Finn turned to the old Wyngro.

- Speaker... That's it ? Wouldn't you mind if we stay here ? Like Silver said, we have no home... And we don't have our place in the Nook anymore.

The Speaker nodded, confirming his name.

- Of course my children. Every lost soul can have a place in the shelter.

The funn turned to Silver, smiling. They answered to him with an akward look, rolling their eyes a bit.

- Guess it's better than the streets...

The finn laughed before turning back to the three saviors.

- Thank you so much!
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i its done plot is finished AAAAA now I can finally rest and concentrate on other gro
and of course make them finally BIG woo

Saint and Osiris belongs to
They aslo did the lineart and the flat colors!

I did the sketch and the shading/lights/effects
___________________________________________________

Wyns: 9/821

Tracker: docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…

Description
Previous

The finn quietly opened his eyes, but closed them the moment after, blinded by the big amount of light in the room. His head was heavy, and so was his body. But he felt better than before, simply a bit knocked out by the past events. When he reopened his eyes, they met the yellow look of his friend, who was sitting just next to the bed. He smiled at them, with a comfy look.

- Good morning Silver... Where I am..?

The grey biped raised their head, with a neutral look, like usual.

- 'Morning. You lost consciousness after, you know... What happened. So we had to transport you in a proper bed. From what Osiris told me, we're in the Speaker's shelter.

Lithin got a bit confused by the two new names. His friend probably got the chance to learn more about their saviors while he was knocked out.

- Osiris... ?

He raised his body, looking around him, searching for the three gro who saved his life. He could only find one; a red quill, body aginst the wall. His face was muffled in the blue feathers around his neck, but it was easy to tell that he was awfully tired. After all, he was the one who had to battle aginst the Spite. The finn got a bit intimidated by the cold green look of the Wyngro, staring at him silently.

- That's me. Saint and the Speaker arrive soon.

His voice was tired, and a bit monotone. The finn noded, but a bit worried about the feathered gro, wondering if he only slept. Saint's name was also a new one for him.

- I see... Thank you.

He looked down, feeling sorry for what happened, while Osiris only looked away before closing his eyes, puffing up his feathers for his own comfort. The finn felt like this story with the Noc was his fault; he didn't trusted his friend who wanted to save him from the obvious danger. But this same friend was also wrong, even if this time they were right. Both were wrong after all.

- Erm... I... I'm sorry.

The finn raised his ears when he heard the whisper of Silver. He turned his head to them, eyes wide open. That was sure something unusual for them to say. The biped was looking down, not hesitating even a single look to the one they hurted. The words of the Finn just kept repeating themselves inside their head; they took everything from them. The yellow quad finally smiled softly to his companion.

- It's okay Silver... I should have listen to you. That's also my fault...

- No, you were right. I hurt you, I took everything from you. It's almost like I never cared about your health... But, when I saw you with that spite, I was really worried. And I almost lost you... I feel stupid.

They softly turned their head away, still too ashamed by their mistake to risk a look at the finn. But this one just kept looking at them. In the corner, the quill was simply listening, eyes closed, not interrumpting their conversation.

- Listen Silver, I don't care about it anymore... I know that inside you, you're a good Wyngro. And this prove it. It's over now, there is no more spite around me, I'm safe... No need to care about this anymore.

The silver Wyngro dropped their ears and frowns.

- But I hurted you.

At the same time, a stepping noise could be heard. The red biped opened his eyes to look at the two expected newcomers. Lithin look at them; one was the grey biped who healed him, he was holding a plate with three cups on it, probably for each of them. At his side was another biped, in a large dress, the same way as priest, his face hidden. That was probably him, the Speaker.

- You finally woke up my friend. I hope you had a good rest.

The grey biped smiled at Lithin, who nodded at him, returning the smile, polite.

- Yes... Thank you very much for the hospitality.

The Speaker walked in the room, near the bed where the quad was resting.

- My child, I heard that you were attacked by a spite ? Chii'falla bless you, her light has guided you here.

The finn took a more serious expression at his words.

- That's right... I found a Noc, and it turned out that it has been a spite using me. Silver tried to warn me... But I didn't trusted her.

He turned his head to Silver, while Osiris and Saint raised their. This story was familiar for them.

- And what were you doing in the forest, at night ? Such dangerous places are not a playground for childrens.

Silver answered this question, with a quiet voice.

- We live in the streets. Lithin has found the Noc while trying to get food. I didn't agreed on keeping them, but he did anyway. Days later, his state was just getting worse... I tried to ward him about it, but I did it wrong, and he runned away, till he found his way in the forest. That's were I found him back.

Not giving a look to other Wyngrew, they continued to talk.

- That was my fault if he didn't trusted me, I'm very sorry. I made a lot of mistakes and I feel bad about it...

The Speaker immediatly stopped them.

- This is nobody's fault, that thing can fool anyone. Saint once felt victim of it as well time ago, now he's well aware of it's dangers and schemes.

He looked at the biped, who nodded at this words, remembering this part of his past he wishes he could have forgot. The finn looked at him, surprised; so they were not the only ones. These creatures have hurted way more, and it's far from being finished. Silver looked away. When the yellow quad got his eyes back on them, and sighed, but with a smile.

- Silver, I told you... Stop feeling bad for that. I forgive you.

- But...

They turned their head to Lithin, finally looking at him; but suddenly, the finn hugged the biped, who got more than surprised.

- H-Hey what are you... ?!

- Stop finding excuses and let's just be friends.

- ...Ugh, fine... Alright...

The biped also took his friend in their arms, a bit grumpy about it, while the finn smiled even more, tightening his friend in his arms. The three other biped looked at the scene. An amused smile got on Saint's face, who felt like he already saw this story before. He slided his amused look at the quill, while he was giving him a cup of tea. The green eyed biped got his look, and immediatly understood what it meant. He growled words that were only audible for the grey and purple one.

- Don't remind me of this.

When the two friends finally separated themselves, the Finn turned to the old Wyngro.

- Speaker... That's it ? Wouldn't you mind if we stay here ? Like Silver said, we have no home... And we don't have our place in the Nook anymore.

The Speaker nodded, confirming his name.

- Of course my children. Every lost soul can have a place in the shelter.

The funn turned to Silver, smiling. They answered to him with an akward look, rolling their eyes a bit.

- Guess it's better than the streets...

The finn laughed before turning back to the three saviors.

- Thank you so much!
___________________________________________________

i its done plot is finished AAAAA now I can finally rest and concentrate on other gro
and of course make them finally BIG woo

Saint and Osiris belongs to
They aslo did the lineart and the flat colors!

I did the sketch and the shading/lights/effects
___________________________________________________

Wyns: 9/821

Tracker: docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…