Lake Rodney Where does a mind like yours wonder

She could understand that. Her home had been abandoned in a sense too.

Quail. She responded. I'm sorry about your village. I know it can be hard to lose a home. It was hard to know if that was the right thing to say; not everyone wanted sympathy. The lingering presence of the bird was admittedly making her uneasy, Damsel looking up with the hope of spotting it.

Do birds usually follow you?