[For a tiny little toy bird, it feels much faster than it actually is. Even with his hand on her head to keep her from falling, she still screams and shrieks at him when he skis down the slope, the cold wind hitting her face and bustling her feathers all out of sorts.
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So when they reach the bottom, he will not get an answer from her. Not verbally, anyway. Just a hard, angry stare up at him, with her feathers all thrown askew, perhaps even some missing thanks to the wind. The betrayal... The utter betrayal......]
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So when they reach the bottom, he will not get an answer from her. Not verbally, anyway. Just a hard, angry stare up at him, with her feathers all thrown askew, perhaps even some missing thanks to the wind. The betrayal... The utter betrayal......]