You can't make me!

He looked at the girl for a moment then gave a deep sigh. “I don’t know either I’m afraid.” He said quietly. He felt he had some understanding of the situation but needed to make sure. The girl certainly appeared much frailer than her brother, having inherited Hannibal's thin complexion.

He looked skyward just in time to see his winged companion land loftily between them with a garter snake in his beak. With a soft croak Moses flung the snake at the girl’s feet before taking wing again and disappearing.

“Take it.” Tyranis said, more offering than commanding his posture relaxed and non-threatening. “Where are your brother and sister?” He asked quietly, attempting to bring some semblance of understanding into his voice. The last thing he wanted was to make her hate him and he could only hope the small bribe of the snake would keep her from becoming agitated.

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