Dragoncrest Cliffs In the cold light of day, we're a flame in the wind.

The birds shuffle a few feet as Dacio gets closer. A few take off early on but a vast majority shuffle awkwardly until he’s close enough to disturb them. Helix hangs back so she doesn’t get in the way but once he’s interest shifts from the birds to the feathers, she trots closer to see what he’s good. “Good!” she chirps and wags her tail, lowering her nose and shuffling a few in his direction.