((Ah, no need for you to say sorry, that was my mistake! Lol I knew that, actually but must have forgotten.))
Nyria "And this little girl is my daughter. Apzen." Though Nyria was introducing her, the girl chose not to speak in response. And Nyria didn't press her to speak. The girl had gone through enough without being forced to speak.
Or perhaps Nyria was just being a bit protective of her.
"Trouble?" She asked, frowning, not because of the newcomer, but because the man she had spotted before seemed to be getting a bit of attention, not exactly good.
I look at the little girl, Apzen. The same age or therabouts as Isabella. Nivera shakes herself and flaps her wings. Her talons dig into my skin. "Ouch. Nivera!" I say and tap her on the beak, "Careful with your talons." I scold.