1. beginnings.
A bluebird.
A talking bluebird.
Wirt cannot believe his eyes - or ears.
And she's not just a bluebird.
She's a sarcastic, back-talking, slightly - okay, very - witty bird. Did he mention she was blue?
He wasn't counting on stumbling into some sort of enchanted-slash-haunted forest. He wasn't counting on meeting a potentially-crazy woodsman, pumpkin people, or frogs in clothes. He wasn't counting on befriending this insane, cynical BLUE avian, or that he'd spend hours wondering, how does she look as a human, is she pretty, is she taller or shorter?
And he wasn't counting on having to leave her so soon.
