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Waxwing stole only a brief glance before lowering his gaze as the two approached. One older, though not as old as his own father. One younger, perhaps closer to his own age. He could not remember if this was a good omen or a poor one, but Waxwing would attempt to gain acceptance either way.

Greetings, I… he found his voice, soft and unsure, I have left home to find my way in the world, and I thought perhaps I would try my luck here, he said.