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Netzach is having a very strange time. They know what a bird is, that much is true. They come in many forms, with many (or no!) eyes and many sorts of ideas about how the world should work. They certainly don’t travel in packs though, and that in itself is utterly terrifying.
So, they’re stuck in the middle of a park pathway, limbs locked stiff and wide eyes fixed on the birds that have congregated about a hundred feet up. Without weapon or familiarity of the world, Netzach feels terribly, horribly alone.
But safety emerges, and Netzach backs up until they can half shield themselves behind this stranger.
“Why are they swarming?”














