[He shakes his head at that.] She grew bored with the pantomime after a time, and swept it out herself for the other birds to find. I am suspecting they will want it, nearer spring.
Besides, [and smoke wisps up around him, resolving into Iskierka--back to her moth-bird form, and small enough to perch on his shoulder,] I do not know she would have wanted to keep it anyway, now that I am dead again.
[Less interested her now.
She cocks her head at Nehan, studying him through faceted red eyes.]
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Besides, [and smoke wisps up around him, resolving into Iskierka--back to her moth-bird form, and small enough to perch on his shoulder,] I do not know she would have wanted to keep it anyway, now that I am dead again.
[Less interested her now.
She cocks her head at Nehan, studying him through faceted red eyes.]