[Iskierka is merciful: She stops when she's asked. (Though not without a smug little chortle--see? She does know about lips and teeth and their uses.) There's further mischief sparkling in her eyes--but the approach of the wolf that's not another Omen handily catches her attention, delaying whatever's going on in her little birdy brain.
She gives an echoing chirp, hopping off Lazarus' arm and winging to a better perch to stare at the wolf. Then she looks back to the wolf's lady.
play. she expresses. Sure, it's stupid, but all games are. That's why fledgelings have them.]
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She gives an echoing chirp, hopping off Lazarus' arm and winging to a better perch to stare at the wolf. Then she looks back to the wolf's lady.
play. she expresses. Sure, it's stupid, but all games are. That's why fledgelings have them.]