I like that you're not nice to me, I love your heart of ice.

Kite’s lip twitched in the direction of a smile before she pulled it under control again. That seemed to have riled his feathers. She wished she could see the expression on his face. Judging by the growl in his voice, it was likely a good one. She imagined a wolf with a constipated sort of look, and it was even harder to keep from grinning.

Her head moved in the direction of the avian as it spoke again. This time mimicking her word - or agreeing that his companion was a thief. She shifted her muzzle back in the general direction of the wolf. Looking down on him, because she expected him to be shorter than he really was. “This isn’t a blindfold, it’s a focus. It helps me concentrate my power into one place.” She told him haughtily. She didn’t feel like explaining her disability to this petty thief. Let him think it was something magical.


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