[Birds were so blessedly unexpressive. Not like humans with their pouts and sulks and wrinkled noses, all of which she'd seen from him. Along with arched brows and looks of judgement at every little thing she did to keep herself sane. Teasing the pixies had relieved quite a bit of stress. That he couldn't see that was quite the pity.]
Well, you're hardly a fledgling anymore, are you?
[Not that she'd let him die from his age any time soon.]
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Well, you're hardly a fledgling anymore, are you?
[Not that she'd let him die from his age any time soon.]