Duck Lake the long fall

Stupid. Wrong duck. Of course the hen could fly. As her breath slows to a huff, Fúyáo wallows in her long fall from grace. The dark sky seems to share her sorrows.

"你怎么回事?!" A puff of air on her shoulder sends her skittering backwards, fluffed up like a disgruntled feline as she realises the sun is eclipsed by a man. "Say "hello" first? Creepy man."

His stony expression betrays no immediate threat though Fúyáo puts a healthy distance between them before following his gaze. He has gifted her another chance. 

A discordance between the slow wag of her tail and the sharp look she casts him. Together?