Archived talk:Nala Phan/@comment-5142966-20140815212606/@comment-4529228-20140818181315

"Oh, the bird? This is Obsidian. He likes to drop in every once in a while, say a quick hello. You're lucky he's being friendly-Alaska might not have taken a liking to you this quickly." Nala dug some seeds from the pocket of her shirt, offering them to her companion. Obsidian pecked up the seeds, ruffled his feathers in appreciation, then gave Lance one last evil stare before taking flight, soaring away. Nala brushed her hands off her shirt. "Now, where did you wanna go again?"