Sleeping Dragon strik-skyplei

She charges for the bird and he rocks back to try and get out of the way, but she doesn’t come close enough to collide. Instead, she’s going for the bird and in a matter of seconds, it’s back at his feet. He can’t suppress the chuckle rising in his throat as he then lowers his head, brown eyes forward and watching the short movements of the eager girl. When Gavriel picks it up—carefully between his teeth—and stares for a moment longer, awkwardly extending the silence more than it needs. 

Then, he bolts in the opposite direction.

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