A shield out of...? I've heard heard quite enough about those birds from my mundane to think that maybe I should be glad I never saw them. On the other hand, I can see how they can be helpful too, but, a shield?
( It's a beat before he answers her, his eyes grown wide. She resembles his own Zelda to a startling degree. )
They're — white feathered squawking things. With really sharp beaks. ( There's something in his tone that makes it clear that he'd learned that last bit from painful experience. )
...well, they don't like to be bothered. They really, really, really don't like to be bothered. ( Even the Hero of Time can't help but shudder at the thought. )
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[And here he thought his mun was crazy...]
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They're — white feathered squawking things. With really sharp beaks. ( There's something in his tone that makes it clear that he'd learned that last bit from painful experience. )
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