text | un: wheninlanling

[poorlittlesange]

[two brief messages appear on the network--the first one is unlocked and open to anyone with network access.]

Greetings.

I have recently come into possession of a small songbird and am seeking any verifiable information about how best to care for it. Releasing it is regrettably not an option.

[embedded below is a photograph of a small black bird characterized by a splash of orange colour on the underside of its tail feathers; in the picture, the little bird is perching on the back of a folding chair in what looks like a walled garden.]

After perusing the network I believe the species to be a black oriole (oriolus hosii).

I am most appreciative of any assistance you might be able to offer. This is a small matter, but an important one, for me.

Kind regards,

金光瑶
Jin Guangyao

[the second message is locked to a far smaller audience; the recipients are Lan Xichen, Shen Yuan, and Mike Enslin.]

I have confirmed with the staff of the Red that Huaisang is gone, and have been to his room to gather what possessions he left behind before he disappeared from Trench. The bird was his; it seems content enough in the siheyuan courtyard for the moment.

[text communicates remarkably little sentiment, for which he is grateful; he can't decide how he feels about this.]