Ankyra Sound this that war, this that bloodline.

sobeille didn’t expect rejoinder — so when it came in the throaty form of an avian voice, she whirled around in disbelief.

he’d hopped closer to the edge of the log, his long legs grasping their edge with glittering claws. sobeille’s gaze flicked from his talons to his beak. ’ow come you talk? could all of them? and more importantly — how come it’d taken until she was nearly a year old to discover this?