[ That's... probably for the best, but how are the crows supposed to run out of energy when they're just sitting around cawing every once in a while? It's daunting, having hundreds of thousands of eyes trained on her, the familiar anxiety building up from the pit of her stomach that makes her want to squeeze her eyes shut and curl in on herself until she disappears.
She breathes out. Well, why not? ]
Come on, let's find a place where none of the birds will be able to see us. Then we can leave.
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She breathes out. Well, why not? ]
Come on, let's find a place where none of the birds will be able to see us. Then we can leave.