Ersilia S Branwen's Story

Milk? And Soda, well she'd bring what ever her child preferred! And if the Boy had asked for Alcohol or knew of him drinking it she would of booted his ass out the door within a second of him moving to say the word or anything following it, so past his brain wouldn't be able to register what happened. "Alright then~ A Glass of Milk and..Soda? What kind will it be hm?" She always spoke to her daughter in an endearing manner, showing she cared or was motherly toward the Chick. "It better. Because this Mother Hen knows how to cook! And is darn proud of it, seeing my Beibhinn knows her stuff!" The Harpy was proud of her cooking, after all she had no hands or fingers- merely hooks. So it was extremely difficult and taxing on the old bird. However she did go into the kitchen, perhaps some grape fizzy soda would do and a tall glass of chocolate milk for the boy? She had to fight the impulse as to dump it on his head though...needed to give the kid a chance after all! But she would return with both, giving them to..the two or setting them on the table. Though seeing her chick smile at her made the Mother Bird's feathery brow furrow. "Go ahead and eat, just not too quickly now its still scolding hot."

Narrowed her eyes as the Man had stuffed his gullet like some pig, which made her glare at the Boy really. "Oh? You really think its wonderful? Wait...a late night...street..cleaner? What sort of job- aren't you a bit too young to be working such..an unpleasant job." The Harpy would seem to raise a brow now. What...sort of person was he, she wasn't too trusting of him now! And then the Harpy or Chic gulped down the soda in...one go? Oh good lord.. Though it seemed the Chick was in hog heaven? Well it was clearly obvious as she was in her own little world from...eating the food Ersilia had cooked.

Oh God. And then he nailed a soft spot in the Mother Birds Heart. Homeless, forced to work a Job at a young age- an appreciable age at that. "You have no home? That's just awful, hm-" The Harpy would listen to the Man speak now, if he kept this up he'd lose hope of earning the Harpies Daughter and end up becoming her brother! She tended to adopt kids off the streets like that especially ones like Beibhinn whom was a first to strike her cold heart with motherly intent. "How about this. You come work for me instead? I'll let you stay here as so long you PROMISE not to try anything, or I'll swiftly kick your butt out. The thought of a sick child being forced to work for a living sickens me, I will not stand for it- now do tell me, what do you have exactly?" This went from a friendly meal to something else? Still he had twinged her motherly instinct quite a bit now? However she would look toward her Chick, whom seemed to pause briefly though moving back to her drink now. "Not so fast Beibhinn! Don't want to choke now." Though she was clearly happy her child was enjoying the meal?

No. That was something the Mother Bird couldn't take, it wasn't generally accepted no matter what the reason was behind it. "Don't worry about your job, let me take care of the rest- Wait why can't you- you aren't even of legal working age yet.." The Woman seemed frustrated now it seemed, it seemed he didn't want to accept it but she wasn't willing to accept what he wouldn't accept? "Good..Good! You know I won't take no for an answer." Which was true, though the idea of the two being alone bothered her. However she would look back to Beibhinn whom seemed to snap out of her reverie? "Good! I hope my Baby enjoys her Din Din." The Mother Harpy almost chirped now, she cared for her little chick obviously.