Rosewater Oasis Concrete colony

another question, another frill of feathers. 

her beak remained pursed until flesh was torn from figure and offered as payment. she let out a shrill of satisfaction as she lurched forward to claim her prize. 

"the one that plays both sides," she answered with a cunning whistle. if a smile were able to form on her bill, it would rest there now, eyes knowing — filled with divine gleam. 

war was a fools game, and the victors were those that soared from above.