Ouroboros Spine drenched in vanilla twilight

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"It's no fun being the only member," Yuralria let out a snort, reluctantly rescinding her resignation. "But you can't tell anyone I'm in it with you - I'll be a secret member." Now, that sounded cooler!

Nantahala went on to describe the turkeys, each new fact leaving the girl a little more stumped than before. Birds... that couldn't fly? "Are they even birds then?" she questioned dumbfoundedly, more to herself than to her sister in particular. She took the advice with a grain of salt; she had to see these birds before she could believe they were as dangerous as they sounded.

Diligently, she followed her sister's lead as the pair travelled down a shallow rise to the bed a dried up stream. While Nantahala pushed left, Yuralria paused for a moment to drink in the scents that pooled here. It wasn't long before the scent of bird grew stronger and she could begin to hear faint rustling sounds coming from the opposite bank. Popping her head up revealed not one, not two - at least a dozen! - fat brown hens scratching for seeds. "Over here," she beckoned quietly as Nantahala soon joined her. "Now what?"