Hushed Willows Beneath the Bowed Head of Mother Willow

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Amalia watched his head move. These creatures were boneless she swore.

Lucky for Thirteen she found him amusing. She chuckled. I'm not a fan of boar myself. As you said, too waxy fatty. And the hair sticks in my throat. Wirey, yucky.


Amalia smiled again though she tried not to show her fangs too much. She imagined it would make her new bird acquaintance uncomfortable.