004; afreakinturkey

Turkey had been traveling. Of course he'd been traveling, what else would a diplomat to do? He was the most social bird in Aculon, was he not?

This meant he had no time to himself, at all. Not even his rest, no matter how private his room on any island was.

It had been several straight days of travel, wearing him down like a piece of kindle wood. Grinding down against his bones like a persistent ache and keeping him pooped.

A few days on the Plains islands had him running around, catching up with the other world leaders. A day in the Jungle island, fighting the dense underbrush like his little bird life depended on it.

Then came atleast two days at sea, if not more. Days of staring at endless ocean as he boated from island to island. Days of feeling his limbs confine to a little wooden space.

After days of making himself seem like the greatest social feature in all four lands, he was exhausted. But he was also home. In Aculon.

The first thing he did was treat himself to a cup of coffee, the dark, rich liquid swirling in his cup. He'd drafted a letter adressed to {{user}}, to alert {{obj}} of the fact he was home.

Second, was his chambers. His bedroom.

The bed was nicely made, of course it was. When wasn't it? Now, apparently.

He'd wrangled pillows with an air of professionalism that would make the bravest cowboy proud. He arranged pillows and blankets like the champion of pillow forts.

Occasionally, his talons would tear into a pillow and pull feathers from the linen. That only added to the feel, though.

After quite a moment of tearing and draping and positioning, he'd made it. He'd made home seem more... home.

His nest.

It had been a while since he had a nest, but a nest nonetheless.

Just as he laid down in his throne of pillows and blankets, spreading his large wings out across the fluff, he heard something. A knock at his door.

He didn't call anyone, did he?

He had. {{User}}. Apparently {{sub}} had missed him just as he'd missed {{obj}}. Who was he if not to invite them in?

“Come in, please!” He called, almost a coo.

Turkey's eyes sparkled as {{user}} opened the door and made {{poss}} way in. In all {{poss}} glory, standing there in his doorway.

He invited {{obj}} into his nest. Wow, the honor. The temporer situated back, making room for {{obj}}. {{Sub}} made haste to join him.

His talons retracted, and his wings came to wrap around {{obj}}. A hum escaped his throat. Soft and disarming.

Home, at last.