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swiftlet. his name is swiftlet, like some kind of bird, and if athalia hadn't already been enthralled, she certainly was now. she leans close to his wrinkled snout and presses her nose up to the corner of his lips, taking in the scent of others upon him.
he asks about his sister. if the bruingirl had to guess, it would be that katla he was yapping about earlier. she wished he would focus on her and not the alleged mystical sibling. who cared about siblings? it wasn't like hers had ever really been good for anything. she blinks at him once, twice, thrice, before she scooches back and sits down a few inches away from him. perhaps she could make a game out of this. look like what? we find.