“She understands simple commands,” Silas is saying,
A fat little finch bobs on his outstretched palm, obsidian feathers fluffed under just a hint of a metallic green sheen in the dawn light making its way across the yard. Her eyes are a pale sage, slitted pupils twitched wide under a flick of her crest. The wedge of her beak is built for cracking nuts and a venomous blue on the inside: soon seen, as Silas pushes the entire length of his sending crystal down her craw by way of demonstration.
Given givens, she probably isn’t surprised.
The open hang of her gape is more a matter of working the crystal down, of setting her beak back into alignment the way a snake would after swallowing an egg.
“You can ask her to scout ahead or keep a watch, provided you’re patient with the limits of her discretion.”
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A fat little finch bobs on his outstretched palm, obsidian feathers fluffed under just a hint of a metallic green sheen in the dawn light making its way across the yard. Her eyes are a pale sage, slitted pupils twitched wide under a flick of her crest. The wedge of her beak is built for cracking nuts and a venomous blue on the inside: soon seen, as Silas pushes the entire length of his sending crystal down her craw by way of demonstration.
Given givens, she probably isn’t surprised.
The open hang of her gape is more a matter of working the crystal down, of setting her beak back into alignment the way a snake would after swallowing an egg.
“You can ask her to scout ahead or keep a watch, provided you’re patient with the limits of her discretion.”