[watch. She's an observant bird; she sees these things.
She doesn't know this human fledge well, but the fuzzy haze of spice makes it easier for her to share soft-edged memories of humans and feather-haired elves and shrikes with their bright-in-black eyes all chewing at their lips. Or tongues. Or insides of their mouths; she can see all of that.
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She doesn't know this human fledge well, but the fuzzy haze of spice makes it easier for her to share soft-edged memories of humans and feather-haired elves and shrikes with their bright-in-black eyes all chewing at their lips. Or tongues. Or insides of their mouths; she can see all of that.
It's a little disorientating, probably.]