she looks up squinting trying to find it up in the trees.

(Time skip?)

It's perched on the branch above you, preening its feathers:

(yes, is morning now)

Sibnele's hand twitches as he stares at you, looking annoyed.

she smiles at it "well good morning." she says to it

I sighed and looked at him carefully hand son hips in annoyance as well.

The bird bobs its head. Opening its beak, it chirps a sweet song.

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Sibnele puts his hands into fists. The dark liquid drips from them onto the dying grass.

she smiles and gets up

The bird flutters down and lands a few feet away from you. It's bigger than you thought; it's just about your height.

she looks confused at it "well hi?" she says backing up.