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fine feathers for fine birds (2 of ?)
(continuation of this.)
"Hsst."
He heard the whisper, but probably only because he was meant to hear it. "Hawke?"
"Who else? Cor, you've been here for three days, she's not coming out." Hawke swooped down and perched on the ground amid the sea of crows. His own red-tailed predators were circling above, a few landing in the tallest branches of trees. One landed on his leather-clad shoulder and started to preen.
"I'll wait."
"She's not coming out, man."
"She will." Corbin's dark eyes settled on the upstairs window. It was open a crack: he could hear laughter and the flutter of wings and girls' voices. Shadows danced on the lace curtain, thrown tall by washed-ivory lamplight. "She will."
"She's a girl!"
"Not just any girl."
"She does doves, man. Doves. Why don't you -"
"Doves are very territorial birds." Corbin didn't look away from the window. "Very loyal to their mates, too. I can wait."
"Could be waitin' a while."
"I can wait."
"Hsst."
He heard the whisper, but probably only because he was meant to hear it. "Hawke?"
"Who else? Cor, you've been here for three days, she's not coming out." Hawke swooped down and perched on the ground amid the sea of crows. His own red-tailed predators were circling above, a few landing in the tallest branches of trees. One landed on his leather-clad shoulder and started to preen.
"I'll wait."
"She's not coming out, man."
"She will." Corbin's dark eyes settled on the upstairs window. It was open a crack: he could hear laughter and the flutter of wings and girls' voices. Shadows danced on the lace curtain, thrown tall by washed-ivory lamplight. "She will."
"She's a girl!"
"Not just any girl."
"She does doves, man. Doves. Why don't you -"
"Doves are very territorial birds." Corbin didn't look away from the window. "Very loyal to their mates, too. I can wait."
"Could be waitin' a while."
"I can wait."