Duck Lake i never met a jailer that wasn't on the take

starling eyed the fox as it pranced about her, flush with a ridiculous sentiment she had never wholly understood the concept of. love. she refrained from any snide rejoinder, though she remembered quite clearly what beauregard had said to her once. 'love is the death of duty'. she hadn't understood it then -- but a fledgeling's concept of love was a foreign affair indeed.

being that she was incredibly conceited, the natural conclusion to draw from kesik's frenzied flitting about was that he had just met her, and so, had fallen for her ravishing beauty. she smiled an indifferent smile -- the smile she imagined queens smiled -- and spoke: "it's too soon for that, but i'm flattered."