Questions, questions...( Open )

[Trinket]

The pied crow folded in her wings as she effortlessly glidedacross the soft grass. What a nice day it was! The gentle breeze was blowing, and not only had she found one, but four shimmering objects. Why couldn’t more days be like this?

There it was; her grand pile of donated treasures shining and glittering. Trinket flew near it before admiring it for a few seconds. The bird could tell that Hadrian had once again kindly donated to her pile of treasures. “ Such good fortune I have been bestowed with, praise thee for Hadrian, “ Trinket laughed. She softly placed down a quarter, gold watch, silver can, and a small sliver of tin foil. Trinket smoothened out the foil with her feathers before flying over to the other side of the pile.

Why did some people call her possessions junk, Trinket randomly wondered. Her precious coins, toys, fabrics, jewelry, charms, trinkets? All junk? How could all her prized belongings, her wealth, be junk? Oh well. While others were getting in silly fights and ripping each other’s ears off, she could be enjoying an especially entertaining knick-knack.

Speaking of ripping each other’s ears off…where were the others? Was Doc (or, Sir Reginald, as he preferred) off accompanying a young pup? Was Pious off causing his grumpy, rude old mayhem again? Was Sita talking with that poor beat up dog again? Was Josephine arguing with Hadrian again? And most importantly to her, what were Hopscotch and Webster up to?

Trinket mumbled something worriedly before turning attention to her pile again. Questions, questions, questions…

[Lysander]

ooc: Open to OCs too I presume ? <:3

ic:
“We’re going to Uncle Jimmy’s for the day, so you be good,” Boy said cheerfully, giving Corby a hearty ear-rubbing. “I left you a special treat in your bowl, too!” He leaned over the mutt’s body to affectionately ruffle his fur, making the dog wag his tail exuberantly. Just as he was on the verge of flopping over and accepting a belly rub, the Boy stopped abruptly and ran around the side of the house to the driveway, where maybe Mom was calling him; she must have, because then the sound of the van’s ignition came, and the hunk of metal rumbled off down the street. Slowly, Corby slowed his waving appendage down to a stop, tilted his head curiously at the now-empty road, and padded across the lawn to his dog house - “CoRbeE” written in atrocious, sticklike red letter over the opening - and stainless steel bowl. Before he reached it he could already smell the snack that Boy had left for him, and joy snapped back into his mind. He wolfed down a peanut butter-slathered dog biscuit in record time, before wondering what to do now.
Hmm...
Corby sauntered over to the front-left corner of the white-washed picket fence that guarded the yard. He worked at the loose, dustlike soil with his paws, and in no time there was a hole beneath the spaced-out planks just large enough for a dog of his size to squeeze under. With a grunt and a stifled yelp as a board snagged on his collar for a moment, Corby was standing free outside his family’s territory. He lifted his nose to the air and inhaled, wondering whether or not any of his friends were to be around at this time.
Besides the typical, worn-in scents of all the animals that lived nearby, he could smell one faint thing - not canine or feline, but still familiar.
Corby set off down the sidewalk a ways - tail going off again as violently as ever - before making a quick right turn, a shortcut through someone’s yard, and continuing on a straight path once again, and he saw his destination. He paused for a moment, considered how much fun it would be to sneak up and scare them; he tried his best to be silent as he sauntered across the earth... he was quite sure his paws weren’t giving him away yet, his tongue was out and panting but that was no difference - just a few more meters - he was just about -
“RRRARF!”

PS; I couldnt think of a name for "the Boy" so he's pretty much nameless... but, I *do* have an Uncle Jimmy IRL xD

[Trinket]

( Just to make sure it doesn't get lost. I'll reply soon. )

[Lysander]

(ooc: *bump* agin...? <:3 )