The explosion of feathers makes him blink, and try to see better, because what. Did he get a sunstroke?
But the terror in her voice makes him scramble back - a little. It's the kind of cry that he's heard before... So he gives a bit of space, without hesitation, and tries to make himself a little smaller.
"I won't! I won't! I won't even touch you if I'm scary."
He's a little breathless, but his voice is ... Well. As calm as he can make it while staring. What he saw before the feathers exploded, she seemed older than the littlest ones, but she doesn't sound that old.
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But the terror in her voice makes him scramble back - a little. It's the kind of cry that he's heard before... So he gives a bit of space, without hesitation, and tries to make himself a little smaller.
"I won't! I won't! I won't even touch you if I'm scary."
He's a little breathless, but his voice is ... Well. As calm as he can make it while staring. What he saw before the feathers exploded, she seemed older than the littlest ones, but she doesn't sound that old.