I'LL SPREAD MY WINGS, AND I'LL LEARN HOW TO FLY
What was she doing? That was a simple thing to answer. She was learning. Adapting. She was watching water in a pond. Making the water spout and dance around her with grace and ease. Something she hardly knew she could do, actually. But, as Feather snuggled up to her, she watched the waters dance about. Humming a soft tune that the water seemed to dance to.
"Speech."
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