Ouroboros Spine lxiii. if i said i'd be good would you even believe me?

The bird-watcher cocked her head as fallow ears splayed in contrition, wondering if perhaps her laughter had hurt the man's feelings. She'd not intended to be cruel, it was just endearing to see the shadow's face light up in such a manner. 

Hesitantly, the dove inched closer, sliding down so that her underbelly and chin were flush with the pelt-padded floor. A soft whine escaped her. I'm sorry.

"Makan, she whispered, as if to test the way the word would shape her tongue. 

He was like a blackbird with a broken wing. Lótë feared he might take flight if she moved wrong. 

Even so, the cloudberry woman crawled ever closer -- peridots searching him for signs of fear -- and reached out to bump her nose against the blackberry of his own.