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Flummoxed. In a word this was Swiftlet's current state. Her bold intrusion into his space and her continued proximity had set that in motion. He had always been fiercely independent, reserving close-contact almost exclusively for his mother when not roughhousing or pestering.

The boy regarded Athalia as if in serious study, unsure what to make of her. She was a little... strange... but he wouldn't be able to put a paw on what it was exactly that made her seem a bit different. Far from off-put, Swiftlet was instead intrigued.

Uh... brown... He said, giving his head a sudden shake as he realized he was gawking like a dumb little fish. In no way redeeming himself, he added, she's brown. Kind of like me... but brown.