Blackbeak Bluff seaweed and posies

Well that was certainly an accent. She snapped her head around, planting one paw on the weird creature beneath her to ensure the bird didn’t get it.

It wants what I have and it won’t stop yelling at me,  δεν το βλέπεις?! She quipped loudly in response, before the gull shrieked again and she turned to bury it in a flurry of Grecian curses.