It sits quite peacefully in her hands, its wings fluffing and rearranging until it's comfortable. She's a complete stranger to it, although her name is written on its back. It tilts its little head thoughtfully, looking up at the Lirael.]
Great! That means I didn't write your name wrong.
[He quickly follows the bird's trail, his face alive with renewed determination.]
I'll be right there! Don't worry about the bird, they're supposed to do that.
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Great! That means I didn't write your name wrong.
[He quickly follows the bird's trail, his face alive with renewed determination.]
I'll be right there! Don't worry about the bird, they're supposed to do that.