She was walking through the festivals crows, her short and stubby sparrow wings bunched up against her back as to not bump into any unwanted drama. Her freckled skin was tanning in the spring time sun, and she looked around at newly bloomed flowers lining the dirt paths of Linden. Her light brown hair was tied into two low messy buns on the back of her head, so she could move around more freely, and her dark brown eyes darted around the avian full clearing. She saw avians of all typed, Barn owls, other sparrows (Which is common for Linden), Jays, Mockingbirds, Doves, Hawks, etc.