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the blackbird watched as her boy drank in his surroundings, flinching at once from the sirensong of birds above. how accustomed she had become to the chorus of daily life -- it must be strange for aventus.

she shifted and placed her head upon her paws, watching as her boy went from timid to temerity; what she would not give for that youthful confidence -- before she learned the world was full of sharp edges and thorns!

she indulged his curiosity a moment longer. it was not her nature to coddle or to helicopter, but instinct whispered then he was not to leave the den. a low growl sounded from her throat, meant to draw his attention back homeward and keep him from his wayward path.

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