Larkwing didn't like sappy things. Nor did she like feelings. She tried to keep them down but at times, she couldn't.
It was around the time her parents died. They died both died in Greenleaf and Larkwing could never shake the sadness every time it came by. Her dad died before she was born. Her mom and everyone that knew him said he would have been a great father. Her mom died two greenleafs ago by a snake bite at the sunning rocks.
As Larkwing stared into the distance, she remembered what he mom said before she died. 'Don't let the bad things get you down.' But that was hard. Not letting something as big as this bother you was something even Larkwing couldn't do.
After staring at the sky for a little while longer, she decided to use that advice and do something. Anything. The problem was what. She couldn't think of anything.