Rancher Roundup

Tsillah tilted her head at the... bird.... with glasses, who had attached itself to the thunder wyrmling she was caring for. The tiny thing was still blind, and gave a rather pitiful little meep as she entered the room; and here was a random budgie on his 'crib'. The nesting box was a necessity to keep the fragile drake safe for now, and none of the others were allowed in unsupervised, so how in pits had this bird slipped in?

Her eyes thinned and she grunted, but scooped Uraşi up carefully and let him coil around her arm, feeding him duitifully and chuckling as his tiny wings buzzed excitedly for the meat. The smile shifted to a quizzical glance as the bird was suddenly atop her shoulder, peering at the dragon. Her eyes thinned, "You, bird-" "Mak-ak-akka!" the budgie protested, and her brow raised farther, "Fine, you Mac, are too smart for your own good." she accused him, not sure what to make of the bird as he puffed up. "Smert Borb!" he chirped happily, and the girl shook her head, but focused on her wyrm rather than the interloper.

She crossed her arms as, once again 'Mac' was in Uraşi's room, but watched. Tsillah was, frankly, not sure what to make of the bird, and the scene before her only added to the same. Apparently he could pick locks, that had been obvious but now it was proven, the food bin opened and contents strewn about where someone had fought with them; and there, smug as you like, the bird was ferrying meat to the all too happy wyrmling. Feeding him just as she had, the girl rubbed her face. frustrated. At least he was trying to be helpful, on the other hand, "If this is left out it will spoil, Mac." she warned, cleaning the mess up and closing the fridge. "If it spoils it can make Uri sick, you don't want that, do you?" she explained patiently. Aware on some level the bird was listening he really was far too smart, but she had encountered stranger things than a hyper-intelligent parrot, if she was honest.

When she heard the shrieking she had been afraid something was killing the blasted bird, rushing in only to stare as she found Syrin staring, perplexed, at the screaming budgie. His glasses in her claws where the curious dragonet was trying to inspect them, only to have been derailed by Mac's reaction. Tsillah snatched them and shoved the same onto his face. Groaning in relief as silence instantly reclaimed the house. "Don't you think that was a bit overkill, there?" she growled, glaring murder at him, her ears still ringing painfully. Mac just stared at her, his confused blink exaggerated in the glass. Experimentally the girl tugged them. and flinched as he immediately started up again. "Alright, alright, I get it. Here's the deal, you're gonna let me have those for a bit, and I'm going to make sure they can't get lost or fall off again... and in exchange you aren't ever going to make that racket again unless it's an emergency.... deal?" she demanded. Huffing at the agreement and warily tugged the glasses again, relaxing and completing the motion when there was no screaming this time.
She did have to contend with the bird gripping her shoulder like a vice and scrutinizing her work... rather blearily it seemed, the whole time she was completing her part of the bargain however. "So... what, are you nearsighted?" she asked after a while, earning a head tilt. Hands occupied with a screw the size of a pinhead she hummed, "Can you see okay without these, or do things look strange? Blurry?" she clarified the question. rather than ignoring him. "Hurts." the budgie complained, "Head hurts." Mac clarified himself, and she nodded, "Don't worry. I'm almost done." she promised, unphased by holding a conversation with the bird by this juncture. She simply focused on working a fraction faster. to ease his discomfort as soon as possible. "Here we go, one pair of flight goggles for Mr. Macky." Tsillah quipped, carefully securing the band around his head and chuckling as he instantly flapped around to test them. It was the first time she had heard the bird sing, and she couldn't help but laugh. Chuckling as he reclaimed her shoulder and snuggled in as if he were the happiest little thing to ever live. "Makky, Makky happy Makky!" the bird chirped, and the girl shook her head. Apparently she had another mouth to feed.