Ankyra Sound twelve-hundred people dead or left to die

to her dismay his bid to correct his mistakes would not be interrupted by her (convincing) opossum performance, and as she melted into the earth with a histrionic sigh, he darted slightly forward and tilted his skull but didn't pay her shenanigans anymore mind.

the aroma of peppermint appeared to rouse her, though her reaction brought him brief confusion. he could not detect the plant but faintly, only able to identify its species by the tingle of it on his tongue.

when she expressed suspicion that he might be trying to kill her, he paused for a moment, and then cackled eerily. "no good for murder. no good at all!" he crowed, whisking his wings outwards with theatrical flair.

he began to re-gather the now diffuse sprouts, placing them once again near her shuddering, haggard frame. "peppermint not poisonous. soothes stomach!" he promised her with a quiet warble of approval. "bartok first. see?" he grabbed a peppermint stem in his beak, threw back his head and choked down the herb with a few fretful hacking noises as it worked its way down his gullet. hrk.