[nill just stares, head cocked to the side. moulting. she didn't even know what that was. she'd never seen a real bird, only some pictures in the books granny had lent her for practice. and they were always whimsical, cartoonish creatures.
but oh, a question. she shakes her head. no, it's never happened.]
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but oh, a question. she shakes her head. no, it's never happened.]