Bramblepoint steam machine / too long

Hydra, as someone who also could take things literally, did not snort at the inquiry. She did think the child was a bit slow, though—Hydra did not remember the days when she asked the very same type of questions. Her eyes peered over the boys shoulder, wondering where his guardian was simply for the sake of taking it off her paws. But they were nowhere to be found. Her eyes fell back to him, I don't know, did birds want their feathers back when they lost them? Well, she never cared enough to find out about that particular question. As for the second, One feather would not effect a birds flying, I don't think, she shrugged, not at all committed to her answer with the chance she was wrong. But there is blood on this feather. So perhaps it cannot fly well because of that, she informed. Smell the feather, she instructed without missing a beat, not thinking the child would say no to this, and tell me if the smell is at all familiar to you. If the kid did say no, well, Hydra would just go on her own way. What she did not have time for was an unhelpful child.