[She considers that one--what even is her species? Omen? The natural kind she resembles? Shrike, like her Sleeper (like her soul)?
One little claw comes up to tap against her beak, a gesture so clearly affected it echoes Illarion's. The texture of her considerations flavor the air, humming-warm with spice buzz--a little parade of hazy shapes of things she has and hasn't eaten.
Two out of three, she decides, is a majority vote. She puts her foot down and nods twice.
ate. And why shouldn't she be proud? She was the one who survived to do the eating!]
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One little claw comes up to tap against her beak, a gesture so clearly affected it echoes Illarion's. The texture of her considerations flavor the air, humming-warm with spice buzz--a little parade of hazy shapes of things she has and hasn't eaten.
Two out of three, she decides, is a majority vote. She puts her foot down and nods twice.
ate. And why shouldn't she be proud? She was the one who survived to do the eating!]