Familiar birds

She approached me cautiously, like a mother would a baby that wasn’t hers, and ducked down to look at me straight on. Her pale yellow eyes still gleamed with the youth in which she once battled, and though they looked immensely sad I found that I appreciated it. She inched towards me, ducking her head lower until her sopping wet feathers were pressed up against my cheek. She crooned in my ear, and I didn’t need to speak bird to know she was telling me it would be ok.

a small snippet of chapter 9 of my story "Feathers for Falkner"

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Made me want to sketch in pen!

this was the result~

oh Mama Bird~ You sweetheart