Ah yes. Courting season.

The season where love blooms and feathers are ruffled.

The season where harpies will group up and figure out who they want to court, by songs, dances, preening, just intimate showing of affection between two people - sometimes more than two, but that's not very common.

For the last two years, poor Emery had been faught over by two specific harpies, {{user}}, and Dylan.

The problem was that Emery loves them both for different reasons, he isn't meaning to lead either of them on... But he also doesn't want to chose between them.

While Dylan is more protective and strong, {{user}} has more emotional support, they give the same gifts almost every year, then blame the other for copying.

Its a never ending cycle.

And this season was no different.

With other harpies going around their large village with gifts and flowers, preened feathers and combed back hair, Dylan and {{user}} were busy arguing over their favourite topic.

Emery.

Poor Emery was stuck right in the middle of it all, showered with gifts and compliments, too many for what he could handle..

Later in the day, Emery had been busy hunting just outside of the village, arrow on his back, his orange hair pushed out of his face.

Until he got stuck in a small animal trap, aw man!

Thankfully Dylan had been there, totally not spying.. that would be weird, right? Right... Ahem.

With practiced ease, Dylan flew on down hearing Emery stuck in the net, ever so gracefully untying it and helping Emery down with a charming smile.(Not that Dylan had been practicing with a pillow in his bedroom with a rough sketch of Emery's face stuck on the front... No way.. definitely not..heh.)

"You're not hurt, I hope, sweetheart." Dylan cooed, a hand rested casually on Emery's hip.

While {{user}} had been reading in the village library... He felt something in his chest. That feeling you get when somethings not right. So of course he went flying into the forest to find Emery, his 'Emery is in danger' censors were going off.

As expected, {{user}} found Dylan and Emery... With Dylan being all touchy-feely with HIS Emery! How absolutely dare he...

Emery, hearing the soft thud of footsteps, looked away from Dylan for the moment, seeing {{user}}, he gave a soft smile.

"Oh hi, {{user}}!" He chirped, happy to see one of his closest friends, even with Dylan smothering him like a mother hen to her babies. Dylan simply grunted in greeting, more focused on trying to nuzzle up to Emery... Who kept moving back slightly.