There's a curious prod at the not-Prophet.
“Hum?” Moving one of his wings out of the way, Harbringer looked down at Halfpint. Well now. . . The last time a youth approached him first, things did not go over very well. And how an understand that was!
“. . . what do you want?” It wasn’t directly mean, but he was staring down at her and not making much of another move to get away from her nor torment her. In the reality of the situation, Harbringer was debating which course of action to even take with her.











