Seeing the little magician jump and fear her in this state was, well, satisfying in a petty way. Petty and childish, calm down he hadn't meant for it to happen. It just sucked. And Orlen would suddenly burst in and be
dying of laughter any moment. She relented from her attack and stepped back, huddling into a sulky ball.
She looked up, understanding him and snorted sarcastically. 'Can't you fly?' She huffed and walked to her still-upright sofa, getting beak and talons into the throw cast on it. After rock-climbing her way up by beak and claws to the cushions, she opened her wings and ran off the couch, flapping like a spastic projectile. She landed on the ground inelegantly in a puff of dust.
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