Gyrfalcon's Keep memoryhouse

Grezig pulled her head back a bit in surprise at the male’s response. Telling the birds to fuck off. She blinked. How strange. Why on earth would the boy put himself in a position to anger birds with such sharp talons in the first place? He didn’t seem to be there looking for food. His sole purpose seemed to be simply to piss off the birds.

As he came nearer, he spoke again, asking her a question: ’Haven’t you ever told a bird to fuck off?’

She raised an eyebrow at him, but her voice remained flat. “No.” She looked him over. “Is that something you do often?” There was contempt in her voice—just a bit, for she could think of nothing beneficial in telling any bird to “fuck off.”