Compared to her, Vanilla actually had even more to tell us than Mediva. Although she knew nothing about Mediva's true origins, and her knowledge was limited to the myths passed down among the common folk in her world, she was clearly far more mature than that silly bird. She was a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old child, and aside from seeming especially timid and shy because she had rarely seen much of the world, she spoke in a very organized manner. Under my sister's steady guidance, she basically told us everything that had happened after meeting Mediva, while also giving us an idea of what kind of world she lived in.
She was much better than that silly bird. After spending half the day in the Living Room, the only thing that idiot had thought of was that she was sleepy and wanted to sleep. She dragged over several sofa cushions, blankets, thin quilts, and even a few coats I had hanging in the Living Room. She piled them up by the front door, dug out a hollow in the middle, and made herself a nest—she still slept lying on her stomach, even now. By the time Anweina snapped out of Vanilla's wonderful story and saw that chaotic bird's nest, the silly bird was already sleeping herself senseless in her new nest—looks like my coats had been washed for nothing.
Anweina apologized to me for her "daughter," half amused and half helpless, but what could I say? Mediva had finally made it home. I really couldn't bring myself to scold her. Besides, even if someone did scold that silly bird, she probably wouldn't understand. Deep down, she was likely less shrewd than even Little Pao Pao.
Vanilla and Mediva had only been together for six or seven days total. By comparing their