Celeste was Darwin's first finch he ever obtained. Through the many years he studied and tamed finches, Celeste was the only one he domesticated with ease. She was advancing in age, but Darwin still thought her feathers were as silky smooth as the first time he ran his fingers through her golden down. Ebony cascaded from the base of her wings to the very tips, ivory danced across them in a beautiful wavelike fashion. It wasn't common for a goldfinch to lack a dark face, but Darwin thought this unusual feature only added to her beauty. Just thinking about Celeste made Darwin crave her silky body.
"Enough," he stated quietly, "I can't take this anymore." His reverie caused him to seek her out. As he searched throughout his house, his many other finches greeted him with passion. "Not now!" He yelled, "I am in desperate need of Celeste. Tell me where she is." Dailan, the newest member of Darwin's sanctuary, abruptly discontinued consuming his nut mix and flew forward. In order to earn Darwin's love, you needed to prove your loyalty first.
Dailan tweeted gently into Darwin's ear, "no one has seen her today." Darwin's thoughts made him tense, although he was trying to stay calm. 'Where could she be? Could something have happened to her? What if she's hurt?' All of these questions raced through his head.
"Never mind. Just continue with your business," Darwin said bluntly and padded off towards the kitchen. Dailan sighed as he returned to his meal.
'Why is it so hard to impress him?' Dailan asked himself internally. 'All of us deserve some of his love. I guess I did pretty well, considering there is a huge lineup to get to Darwin.' Dailan smirked widely as he knew he earned himself a closer spot in the line.
Darwin frantically scoured his fridge for some junk food to dissolve his sorrows in.
"Damn it!" He exclaimed, "no more cream cheese to go with my pickles." Darwin slumped down into a heap and began sobbing uncontrollably. After what felt like hours, he realized that sitting here and crying wouldn't accomplish anything. Darwin shot up from his miserable ball and began searching for Celeste in all of her favourite places, even if that meant endlessly searching the forest which surrounded his isolated cottage. "I can't give up. I need to sate my passion for Celeste!" He cried out. The door crashed behind him as he set off across the leaf ridden autumn ground into the endless forest.