Dragoncrest Cliffs an overwhelming surplus of diggity

He narrowed his eyes in confusion at her first retort, but said nothing. At her question, he shook his head. Different strokes for different folks, Verx concluded, shrugging. Maybe I'll give it a try, though. See what I'm missing.

He didn't have quite the pile that Blackbear did, seeing that she had stolen some of his feathers, but he began to roll around in it, legs churning like an infant desperate for a diaper change. He was incredibly aware of the fact that he looked ridiculous, and laughed because of it, a deep, throaty giggle rising in his throat.

It does smell nice, he chortled, glancing over at her. And it's soft. You might be on to something, girl.