[Another sharp cry of his name as she finally reaches the high ceiling of the lodge.]
Up here.
[As if he can't see her, and she curses again when her head bumps the ceiling, her feathers pressing flat against the top of it. She is furiously flapping her wings to try and move, but it doesn't seem to quite work the way she wants it to. And the excited cries of the children staring and watching are certainly not helping her head deflate. If anything, it is just getting worse!]
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Up here.
[As if he can't see her, and she curses again when her head bumps the ceiling, her feathers pressing flat against the top of it. She is furiously flapping her wings to try and move, but it doesn't seem to quite work the way she wants it to. And the excited cries of the children staring and watching are certainly not helping her head deflate. If anything, it is just getting worse!]