Birds the word

She looked at Wylan with a soft gaze, oh how naive he was, she forgot how young he was and sheltered while he towered over her. Everything she did was either for Bas, or the Armada. None of it was hers, she didn't even own herself.

She giggled as the bird strutted about with the pin. She could see making some shiny trinkets just for the birds to gather and keep. Maybe the cast-offs of one project or another, maybe she could even make them battle armor if she ever got good enough, or sigils and the like. They began their story and she shook her head, "That silly bear! It's good you got saved from his pointy teeth! He'd a good snuggler." She nodded.

"Wylan, as long as you are safe, you know your brother will tell you not to jump off any cliffs to test your skills anytime soon." She smiled, hopefully it'll convey she was only mildly serious, and thought he would know better than that.

"Pleased to meet you Krakarak! I'll be back to work now!" She dipped her head in farewell and placed her goggles back on again. Ready to continue her work and keep her mind and paws busy!

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