[ dextera almost feels indignant that guren seems to think his birds aren’t clean, but indignity is better than the paranoia that was wracking him earlier. if he catches a glimpse of the moon, he’s going to remember, but for now—he feels the need to defend the honor of his living space. ]
Clean. [ insistent... dextera is helping with the feathers now, but mostly he’s trying to convince guren it’s fine. ] They go out, in the morning.
[ they sleep here, okay! and then he lets them walk, but not too far, because he doesn’t trust the town even when the sun is up. ]
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[ dextera almost feels indignant that guren seems to think his birds aren’t clean, but indignity is better than the paranoia that was wracking him earlier. if he catches a glimpse of the moon, he’s going to remember, but for now—he feels the need to defend the honor of his living space. ]
Clean. [ insistent... dextera is helping with the feathers now, but mostly he’s trying to convince guren it’s fine. ] They go out, in the morning.
[ they sleep here, okay! and then he lets them walk, but not too far, because he doesn’t trust the town even when the sun is up. ]