Fairspell Meadow If there’s a wrong road, I’m damn sure gonna take it

"Of course."  Silly me, not assuming that, he thought skeptically, suddenly wondering if this girl had all of her marbles.  Not that he would judge her too harshly for being a little nuts.  Some of his favorite individuals had their own places off the deep end.

The one eyed bird was unnerving, and the way it responded made him twitchy. He'd never been a huge fan of ravens. Pulling his eyes away from the bird, he gladly addressed the girl's question. She had to be a little loony to let the birds use her like a perch like that. "No pack. Got my standards, and so far, no one's met them." He cocked his head. "You got one?" A whole pack of bird witches maybe? Creepy thought. Maybe they all even had one eye like her, some sort of rite of passage. They couldn't be normal, could they? He had never heard of a normal pack with such a relationship to birds.