Prompt: 'sundown'
Chatter
Tris's eyes were fixed on the trees near the Air temple, where scores of crows settled noisily into their nests. "Only you'd notice the birds and ignore the sunset," said the boy ruefully.
"But they're fascinating – I've been reading a book Niko gave me about the different types of bird calls... alarm calls, mating calls, flight calls..." she said dreamily. Briar winced; at least plants didn't feel the need to announce everything they did.
"No wonder you like 'em; you yatter more 'n Crane and Niko put together," he teased, grinning as she elbowed him in the ribs.