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Poem looked up to her mother with bright eyes and she answered the question with no knowledge of her own. She watched as Winter descended into the den and returned with an odd bag. Poem couldn’t remember being interested in the thing before, but now it had all of her attention as the raven spilled the contents out onto the ground. Shaye moved close to her, and Poem would snuggle up close to her mom as the ivory raven gave them her explanation. Poem listened intently as Edgar moved to Winter’s side and nodded along knowingly.

The young Destruction girl was easily caught up in the seriousness of the raven’s tone. She was on the edge of her seat as Winter allowed Edgar to continue the lesson at hand. Bright blue and lavender eyes shifted to her dual colored companion as he stood up a bit straighter and looked mighty brave in Poem’s eyes.

”I am creating a Golden Eagle, called Talonsword.” Edgar started with his chosen race. ”He was a general in the Eagle Wars and has seen many battles, he doesn’t come to trust strangers very well but has a logical mind. He’s a fighter 100%.” Edgar continued, fleshing out his chosen alter-ego carefully. He looked up to his aunt, hoping that he had done well so far.

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