Don't look

Ember
Hello. I am a falcon.

Not an eagle, or an owl, or a flamingo.

Just a falcon. Sure you could say a normal falcon, if you like.

I'm not normal, I don't care. At. All.

Not many think I'm normal. One glance at me and they've decided, just ignore her.

I don't care. I already have a friend thank you.

Her name is Lyla. She is not normal.

I guess you could say we are not normal together, if you like.

Lyla
Many people staring then looking away thinking, ignore her ignore her.

Then they look back for a second glance. I don't care much but I think my friend Ember does.

I am an Arctic Wolf. Not a normal wolf an arctic one.

I'm weird. Ember calls it not normal but I call it weird. W-E-I-R-D.

When my parents were alive they didn't stare.

But they're not anymore so I'm dirty and grubby and I have no care for that.

But there is something about Ember and I and it's even more weird or not normal.

Ember
I. Don't. Talk. To. Anyone. But. Lyla. And. Myself.

Yes that was meant to be separated.

Author Note,
Sorry i had a timer set for this and have to get off. I will continue another time.

My apologies. :)