Benedikta turns to look at him, mildly offended and irritated, as he wanders over to the shack, allowing her arm slip out from his to let him go. But she doesn't take long to follow after him, feathers clearly ruffled by his name-calling and insinuating that she would be too scared to do it.]
I'm no chicken.
[She is a graceful harpy, thank you very much!!! And before he says anything, because he doesn't have to—]
Fine. Get me a pair of those things and I will show you that I'm not.
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Benedikta turns to look at him, mildly offended and irritated, as he wanders over to the shack, allowing her arm slip out from his to let him go. But she doesn't take long to follow after him, feathers clearly ruffled by his name-calling and insinuating that she would be too scared to do it.]
I'm no chicken.
[She is a graceful harpy, thank you very much!!! And before he says anything, because he doesn't have to—]
Fine. Get me a pair of those things and I will show you that I'm not.