Mako startles, grip tightening on the branch that is her lifeline. There's a voice in her head, and it's not Raleigh's, it's not the Drift, and to her general knowledge, birds wouldn't be capable of drifting in any case.
These various threads do not add up to any sort of answer. She shifts away from the bird in tiny, edging movements, unquestionably alarmed and bewildered but not quite ready to admit fear. There's no distinct threat here, simply a bird that isn't behaving as birds should. It just isn't correct.
"How did you do that?" she asks, and there is little point in attempting to keep the trepidation from her voice.
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These various threads do not add up to any sort of answer. She shifts away from the bird in tiny, edging movements, unquestionably alarmed and bewildered but not quite ready to admit fear. There's no distinct threat here, simply a bird that isn't behaving as birds should. It just isn't correct.
"How did you do that?" she asks, and there is little point in attempting to keep the trepidation from her voice.