Noctisardor Bypass spirits haunt these magic hours, dwelling in the sylvan bowers

"their colors," she chuffed. "the mom birds are kinda ugly-looking. the dad birds are really bright. but the mom bird sits on them. the eggs, i mean."
fathers had always been superfluous in her life. it was a difference between she and other creatures that the girl simply had not ever cared about before.
"i really like watching them. birds. they teach me stuff."