"Of course!" Pluck says, her enthusiasm nearly matching Dekket's. She passes her birdpipes over to him, allowing him to inspect them; curiously, there seems to be nothing out of the ordinary about them. They appear in every way to be a normal musical instrument. "I don't really know how I can do it. I learned how to cast spells with music during my trip to the Feywild, and that whole trip is really blurry." She pauses, seemingly trying to remember something, but quickly shakes off whatever thought she was pondering.
"I've always known how to talk to plants, though, or as long as I can remember. I grew up near a Druid Grove, so that kind of magic is really common where I'm from. I really wish I could remember how I learned the rest though; a lot of things were fuzzy after I came back home - I had been gone for forty years!" She's nearly shouting at this point, as if she can't believe it herself. "And let me tell you, I'm hardly a day over eighteen! For me, I was gone for only two weeks, but forty years had passed at my home! My younger brother, Flick, is so much older than me now! And bigger, too!" Pluck gestures with her wings, trying to convey how much her brother had grown.
"Anyway, he and his husband Del helped me get settled back in, and Del helped me figure out how to get more consistent with my magic. It's a good thing they were there to help, because Papa and Mama..." Pluck suddenly trails off, falling into an uncomfortable silence, as she stares almost blankly into her drink.
