Twimper

“Red please tell me whats wrong” she’s been like this for an hour at least, maybe more before I found her curled up on the floor sobbing into her tail. “If you tell me what’s wrong maybe I can help you fix it?” she shakes her head and burbles something into her tail. I have no idea what she’s trying to say but that doesn’t make much of a change. She’s not the easiest person to understand at the best of times. Sitting down next to her crossed legged I feel slightly at a loss. I want to help her but I don’t have a clue how to, so much goes on in her tiny little mind that it’s har