Diaglo never stopped flying on. Even when his back hurt, he kept flying on until he found a tall tree leading to a high level canopy. The tree was still the common Amazonian kind he's used to seeing, but this territory was so unfamiliar. He started climbing up the tree in hopes of reaching the top so he can get a view of the whole land. He managed to reach high enough to reach the base of the canopy, but he heard the voices of macaws talking. He hid behind some of the tree's leaves as he spied through the foliage.

There was a woven basket made of strips of hard leaves and as Diaglo looked up, he realized that there was a form of vine tied to the basket hanging from the higher branches. He couldn't see where it was going though, but beside that basket was another one full of fruits and nuts. An entirely green macaw was putting in the last of the fruit inside that basket and he raised his head to call out above him. "The food's coming to you Della! Get ready!"

The green macaw then fluttered to the empty basket and he plopped himself inside; His weight causing the basket to go down - While the other basket full of fruit went up; It was a pulling device! Diaglo gasped in amazement. How did they discover how to use that? He's seen such inventions on Abigail's tribe and he had even got to use it himself. But inventions were never a thing for wild tribes that have no history with humans.

"I got the fruit, Donatello!" The fruit basket had fully reached up and a female voice had called out in response to the green macaw, the latter grinning as he left the basket and pushed it back up to its original branch, before flying up to join his mate. Diaglo wasn't able to see that however for he had continued his scramble up the tree.

He had reached the top.. But he regretted it in an instant. For what he had saw, was a large eye view of the jungle; The large, vacant jungle with no tribes of the same species of macaw and definitely no barrier of the Amazon Sanctuary. "Y-you've got to be kidding me!" Diaglo gasped out in disbelief, madly looking around for the barrier that marked his home sanctuary and even Abigail's. But there was nothing. Nothing! His family! Friends! Diaglo felt dread. He's obviously far away from them according to the birds speaking earlier - Will he ever see his family again?

The distressed adolescent felt sick at the thought and he immediately dove down the canopy to get rid of the markless territory's image out of his head. But no matter how hard he tried he's going to be stuck in that markless territory. For how long? He can never tell. He flapped on, just desperate and distraught. But in his frenzy, he didn't realize that someone was coming right to him and he crashed facefirst into an unfortunate figure...

Two yelps of shock are heard and two shades of blue were hurtling towards the forest floor. Diaglo landed on his belly with an 'oof' and beside him, the other bird had landed on her back with a groan. Diaglo immediately raised his head in recognition. That voice! He turned to face the other bird and he gasped, hastily standing up and then helping the girl up. "Hey, are you okay-"

"I'm fine!"

The other macaw squeaked and quickly held out a wing of denying as she got up herself, studying Diaglo in concern, especially since the latter was still bandaged for his back. "How about you? Did you land on your back? Does it still hurt?" Diaglo shook his head no at each question and the girl sighed in relief. The boy was gazing at her in recognition, his gold eyes filled with great awe. He knew the lapis blue feathers as the ones he's seen on the cloaked bird he first saw at the sanctuary. Yes, this is the very same bird and Diaglo was seeing her true identity.

Vivian was slender, a pretty lapis blue spix macaw and she is shorter, due to being younger by few months. Her beak and talons are light grey and her eyes were a lovely shade of violet like an amethyst. But that wasn't the only thing that made Diaglo stare in amazement. There was the set of brown head feathers resting at the sides and the back of Vivian's head near resembling the hairstyle of the human Linda Gunderson and she was wearing eyeglasses! Violet frames that are round squares just like Diaglo's sat on her beak and it stood out like Vivian's eyes along with the paler blue 'V' ring that formed around the base of her neck.

"You're Vivian.. Aren't you?" Diaglo was smiling brightly and he slowly held out a wing, Vivian flinched slightly. "Don't worry, I mean no harm. I.. I owe you back there, for saving my life." His eyes had momentarily glanced at his bandaged back but he quickly smiled back at Vivian in introducing himself. "My name's Diaglo, by the way. I forgot to tell you and that Cuban Red macaw earlier,"

Vivian kept gazing warily at Diaglo feeling shy at being confronted by the spix macaw she rescued. But she began to smile and she took Diaglo's wing in a wingshake. "Nice to meet you Diaglo," The two spix macaws smiled at each other with friendly gazes. It wasn't long later when a familiar voice cried out Vivian's name; It was Rosita's. And apparently the fuss including the new stranger had attracted many other birds. Rosita had touched down, and along her were a large variety of other birds.

Diaglo flinched sharply as he was bore with the curious stares and gazes of the growing crowd. Among the sea of birds he had managed to recognize both common Amazon species and there are some he recognized as species from outside of Brazil! There were also the known-to-be-extinct macaw species ranging from Cuban Reds to Martiniques. There were small clan-sized numbers of each bird species, Diaglo noticed. But there are some he can only see only two or one of and there are definitely no other spix macaws other than him and Vivian - No wonder she was shy to approach him.

"Finally, Vivian's caught you Diaglo!" Rosita had been relieved, and she had overheard Diaglo introduce himself which is how she got her name. She looked adoringly at the pair and she clasped her wings. "This is amazing Vivian! You're no longer alone! We haven't had another spix macaw for ages!" Murmurs of agreement were exchanged amongst the crowd and some of the birds were smiling happily at the stranger, even giving greetings in the local tongues of some.

"Hello nice to meet you!"

"Bonjour!"

"Hola!"

"Kumusta ka?"

Diaglo blushed at all the greetings he had received and he could even understand some of them due to the mother tongue languages he's taken the time to learn. All of them were greeting, except for one sour faced military macaw. This macaw was green with a red forehead like all militaries and he was big and bulky with adulthood. His hazel eyes resembled that of Bia's. Only instead of intelligence and great friendliness to those around her, there was only suspicion and hostility in his eyes. He was glaring bitterly at the young spix teenagers, particularly at Diaglo.

"Somebird ought to ask where that kid came from. Look at him with those glasses - He's definitely come into contact with humans! He's one of those tribe macaws!" He snarled bitterly to practically no one. Even if he is talking to anybird, nobody paid positive attention. Instead they shot pointed glares at the sour macaw. "Why does it always matter to you, Jorge? That boy's gone through so much and could've died, had Vivian not found him!" Chided one of them, a Lear's macaw mother with chicks. "Yeah! Who cares if he's from a tribe or not? He was in danger!" Said her mate. Jorge had the nerve to look offended at the glares given to him and then he just huffed, crossing his wings and fuming. "Well we'll be in even more danger if he stays, and Vivian too." He snarled inaudibly so no bird can hear.

From one of the tallest trees not far behind the crowd, a male blue and gold flew in to talk to Vivian. This macaw was unusually teal in the blue parts of his species' plumage and he had three head feathers slicking forward similarly to Blu's, only longer and thinner. He was an adolescent that's very close to adulthood and he was communicating in what Diaglo had recognized as sign language - A language used by the mute and deaf humans and it was also used by few locals in Abigail's tribe. He watched the blue and gold do a few gestures with his wings to which Vivian nodded.

Vivian took Diaglo's wing as the other macaw waited. "Perry says that we should see one of our leaders. He's been wanting to meet you." She explained with the blue and gold named Perry nodding. "He wanted to go to my tree to see you himself actually. But then he had his wings busy, so he wants us to go meet him. Is that okay with you?"

At this, Diaglo felt intrigued. He's going to meet a leader of this mixed flock! He quickly looked all over himself then preened himself a bit. He needed to look presentable! He smoothened any bristled feathers on his wings and he nodded at Vivian. "I'm ready," He said and then he and Vivian took off with Perry at the lead. The two macaws were bidden goodbye by all the other locals except for Jorge, who gazed at the two spixes with hostility at Vivian and suspicion at Diaglo.