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Instead of coming up with the story on her own (now or later), Osprey proposed they collaborate. Peregrine blinked and licked his lips. "I'm not too good at this kind of thing," he said, "but all right, I'll give it a whirl..."

He lapsed into silence for several beats, his eyes scanning vaguely over his surroundings as the wheels and cogs in his brain spun. Finally, his dusky jade eyes lifted to the sky and he spoke, staring into the distance as if seeing something beyond the blue heavens.

"Once upon a time, there was a peregrine named Grin and and an osprey named Prey." His eyebrows waggled. He'd said he wasn't that creative. "Their flocks were enemies, always fighting over, um, airspace and food. But they were the best of friends, sneaking away in secret to talk and fly together for hours.

One day, dragons attacked both flocks, forcing them to join together to fight their common adversary. Grin and Prey came back from a fun day together to find their families having the fight of their lives..." Peregrine trailed off and his eyes dropped. He gave his sister a look as if to say, It's your turn.