The rest of the day, Diaglo had been in despair and had to be taken to Vivian's tree so he could let it all out. Sunset and Perry had dropped by to offer their comforts while Orton had done round-the-clock visits to check on the upset spix boy and brought lunch over. He could have stayed with the two blue macaws, but his other half Nicholas was anxious for the missing birds Balthazar and Vinnie; A pair of extremely rare Pistachio-eating parrots that even Diaglo had never heard about.

Nobird can blame the leader and neither can Orton. Vinnie and Balthazar were not the first disappearances to ever occur in the flock. The previous being several, such as scarlet, greenwing blue and gold and even the mini macaws and smaller birds. Thus, Nicholas was unable to relax in fear for the missing birds and Orton did his best to help him, while Diaglo remained with Vivian. The former is still miserable. But then Diaglo wasn't the only one miserable…

Back in the Spix Macaw ravine where the storm long subsided, groups of patrolling spix's macaws both wild and civilized where flying around the sanctuary. Eduardo and Abigail have sent out one group of patrols after another including birds that volunteered. Among those birds were Diaglo's family. Even if it was blazing hot, they didn't care. Their youngest member is lost out there and they refuse to go back without scouring every bit of territory.

"Diaglo! Son where are you?!" Blu was calling his son's name while his anxious brown gaze raked the trees around. Jewel was flying right after him and her turquoise eyes were moist with tears, as she frantically called for her baby. If anything Diaglo's loss had hurt the mother the most. She had lost her mother and older sister Lilac; Lilac being the original mother of Diaglo while her mate is Andrio, Blu's brother.

Diaglo was not only a nephew-turned-son, but he was all Blu and Jewel had left of their older siblings. Their hearts swelled with anguish everytime they failed to spot, everytime a bird said they haven't seen him. The parents flew past calling for Diaglo endlessly while a certain group of teenagers were just landing on a branch for a short break and to see each other's statuses.

Middle child Bia was the first to land and she looked visibly upset as did Carla, who landed suit. Tiago had gone to look in the Spix City with help from Aria and other friends who live there. As painful as it was to their parents, the three oldest siblings weren't spared from it. Diaglo was their youngest brother and the fact that he was missing made them feel terrible… just thinking it was their fault that Diaglo had gone missing. They were the ones in that storm. None of them dared think that he was lost in that weather; Not until every bit of the sanctuary in searched.

"Any luck you guys?" Bia asked the group of other teenagers with them, who consisted of their close friends and other halves; Miguel the cockatoo and the spixes Lalia, Giro, Rodrigo and another young male with a spiky crest going forward in thin crescents. The new macaw went forward with a sad look. "We just came from asking the yellow and green macaw clan. They haven't seen Diaglo, but Jeremy and his little sister Suzy promised to keep an eye out for him," Bia felt a pang of dismay and it grew when she saw the equally sad looks on her other friends.

"Well.. At least they're offering to help. Thanks for helping anyway, Nightfly." Bia embraced the young male named Nightfly, who hugged her back in feeling his girlfriend's pain. Lalia and Giro looked at each other with despair and Carla had buried her face against Miguel's feathers. Where could Diaglo be?

So far in the areas the teenagers had searched there was no hint of Diaglo being present. Moments after their rest, the teenagers eventually began to try searching again, but it was hard to do with a heavy heart that's trying to stay strong, clinging to the hope that Tiago or the adults have at least an ounce of good news. Or even better, have found Diaglo themselves. The search for one blue macaw boy in glasses is going to be a painful one indeed…

Diaglo stared down at the small coconut shell full of water, his eyes glistening with sadness still. Several hours had passed and dusk is approaching, dying the sky a deep orange and violet, signalling the coming of dark. Vivian had been on the branch outside of her hollow where she was watching the sunset, her violet eyes filled with memory.

"Isn't it beautiful, Viv? The end of the day is so beautiful, I could look at it all day!"

A voice had replayed in Vivian's head in a flashback. She remembered it so clearly. She was sitting on this branch with another bird - Her older brother. After her parents died, her brother was all Vivian had. They had spent a good year together; Until he was gone too. "Big brother.." Vivian felt tears spring to her eyes and she hastily nudged her glasses above her forehead so she can hastily rub at her eyes with a wing. She can't cry over family now.. Diaglo needed her, she had to be strong for him. The young spix tried to keep this in mind. But then there was a spiteful voice. Vivian narrowed her eyes and she slowly turned to the bird that just landed on the edge of the branch.

"Missing your brother again, eh?" The military macaw casually said as he landed, wings behind his back. His hazel eyes carried no sympathy but it contained mocking, which made Vivian's feathers bristle. "What do you want, Jorge?" She hissed slightly, slowly turning so she's facing him fully. Jorge frowned and he glared. "That's no way to talk to your elders, Vivian. You know that." He retorted and then he chortled. "Pathetic. And I thought your parents taught you and that brother of yours well,"

"Don't rope my parents and Varian into this, you oversized coconut! You don't know how good they are!" Vivian shrieked, her feathers on an end. The military looked surprised, and then he glared with Vivian glaring back. Jorge was hissing, his talons digging deep into the branch as if it was the flesh of the macaw kid before him. "You tribe birds sicken me. Your parents never belonged here and neither do their kids!" His voice then became a low whisper, which made Vivian's blood boil. "You know how that brother of yours was killed - Murdered just for crossing red macaw territory. Tribes are so problematic, always fighting and killing for absurd reasons. The flock would be better off if all

That did it. Vivian felt a nerve snap and she snapped. "You monster! Get out of here this instant-!" She nearly lunged to force Jorge away regardless of his bigger size but Diaglo had stepped onto the entrance of the hollow, which Vivian had caught. The dark cerulean boy was very concerned for his friend, his sadness had dissipated to alarm.

"V-Vivian are you okay? I heard voices.." He spotted Jorge the military macaw and he frowned. "And who's that?" Jorge gazed at the newcomer with surprise and then at Vivian in disbelief. "He's really staying with you?" He muttered. Vivian glared. "Got a problem with that?" She challenged to which Jorge narrowed his eyes. He opened his beak to say something but there was the flapping off wings and an angry yell.

"Oi! Jorge!"

Jorge flinched sharply and his hazel eyes filled with terror at the newcomer. Orton had never looked so angry - Diaglo had flinched, though for Vivian and Jorge it wasn't the first time they've seen him like this, especially Jorge. The New Zealand parrot's eyes were grey fire as he landed right between Jorge and the two spixes, his plumage bristling and his wings were partially spread either in his anger or to shield the youngers.

Jorge was cowering under the second leader's fiery gaze and thunderous voice. "I thought we talked about this! This is the umpteenth time, Jorge, how many times must I tell you to leave Vivian alone?! She's just a kid and you, the grownup, are bullying her for a heritage she couldn't help!" Orton was screeching in sheer rage like a father protecting his chicks, referencing a story Diaglo didn't know.

His yells had gained the attention of neighbouring birds and they peeped out of their hollows of the surrounding trees. Some were flinching, but most were rolling their eyes or crossing their wings disapprovingly at Jorge. The green macaw was seething by the time Orton had finished scolding and now, the big parrot was firmly gazing at him.

The light brown and green parrot's bristled feathers smoothened down but the anger and disgust never left Orton's eyes. He began to speak lowly in a threatening tone. "Do not forget who you are talking to, Jorge. Vivian is like a daughter to me and you're absolutely lucky I've never told Nicholas about your antics. Be thankful that I'm keeping it." His grey eyes filled with hardness and he craned his head so he is eye-to-eye on Jorge with his height towering over him. Jorge actually fell on his rear. "But if I see you so much as lay one feather or taunt a single comment to her again, I will not hesitate to tell Nicholas! Do I make myself clear?!"

Jorge nodded shakily. Orton stared at him with narrowed eyes and then he hissed. "You'd better not be bothering Vivian and our new member for tonight, we are going to introduce our flock to the newcomer Diaglo," He gazed at the surrounding birds as he said this, voice now softened as he forced down any anger. "So all of you know where the place is - Be at the Meeting Tree by moonrise, don't forget!"

The other birds nodded or voiced out their 'okays'. The moment Orton had taken his eyes off of him to address the flock, Jorge however had scrabbled to his talons and he had spread his wings. But then he had cast Vivian and Diaglo one last unreadable glance before taking off. Vivian sighed and facewinged in frustration and stress while Diaglo could only stare at Jorge who disappeared, a light green streak blending in the trees.

"What's his problem? Has he always been like that?" Diaglo muttered to Vivian who looked at him. She sighed. "He's always been a grouch. But he's been like that especially since my family…" Her voice was stuck in her throat and she shook her head. "I don't wanna talk about it. Not now." Diaglo felt a pang of concern for the girl and he was about to put a wing on her shoulder, only for the young female to dash into the hollow, straight for her room to curl up tightly.

"Vivian.."

The cerulean macaw felt Orton's wing drape him and he looked up to find the elder giving him a sad gaze. "She'll be alright. Just give her some time to cool down. That horrible Jorge had pushed her buttons real badly." Diaglo flinched and then he returned to gazing at the room as Orton made his way to where Vivian had curled up into a blue and brown ball, with her back facing Diaglo.

The youngest Gunderson continued to stand still as he watched the large parrot comfort Vivian and he saw her cry into his thick feathers. For once, Diaglo felt sorrow for Vivian rather than himself and his own family. He's sure he'll find them in time. But until then, he'll have to stick around for Vivian...

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