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The eerie silence of the forest settles on your shoulders like a warm blanket as you walk through the springy undergrowth. But suddenly, you hear the chatter of avian voices. Wings flutter through the trees and you look up, trying to spot something.
Someone giggles beside you. "They're just playing." A woman says. "Those are winglarks, bird-like creatures." She explains. "They aren't mine, but I hope to adopt some soon. They love to play around. Or at least, most of them do." |
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