Outcast turned her head on him sharply, a feather still sticking out of her beak. "How descriptive. I meant what is the official name of your breed, Genius." She said blandly. "Sounds like some of the prouder members of your family are a bit into themselves." She murmured, allowing an amused tone to enter her voice.
(Do they really know what species they are?)
(Uhhh, probably not XD Sorry.)
"Hmm. I haven't been to the city before. Probably why. It seems like a horrid place. I'm kind of clingy," Ritz replied.
Outcast couldn't help but give a huff of amusement at his last statement. "Can't be clingy to anything in the city, Gull." Her eyes flickered around the beach. "How you stand this place, Gull, I can't tell. Everything is ever changing in the city, but here it looks like it always stays the same, it's dull."
Ritz was about to reply with something about his family and friends, when a large gull landed lopsidedly beside them.
Ritz stifled a laugh as Fish Sticks landed clumsily beside him. He was a bit embarrassed that he didn't know his name, being so wrapped up in his black headed world. "And who are you?"
Outcast jumped, whirling on the newcomer. "Um..." Her eyes raked over the new gull, he didn't seem dangerous. Wasn't this the one that she had saw once while eavesdropping? What was his name... Sticks? Something or other Sticks.
"Fish Sticks at your service, small-gull." He practically squawked, hopping forward not to peer at Ritz, but at the crow. "An' who's your notgul friend?"
"Friend? She don't think none of that idea. Honestly, I don't know. I say she's foreign but she denies it. A good curiosity aren't you?" He prodded at Outcast. Ritz glided slowly over the waves.
