[Girl thinks of the figure's tone as panicking, which does little ease Girl's own fear. It wouldn't particularly matter if the voice had been calming or confident. While airborne, it's hard for Girl to be anything but locked in terror or to think beyond the idea of crashing to the ground. Falling is an all consuming thought, keeping her from noticing the swoop of something feathered sailing toward her.
The talons are a little harder to ignore.
Girl lets out another scream, this one of surprise. She cranes her head to look beyond the monkey'd grip and is stunned into silence. She's seen birds before. Feathered scavengers were one of the few animals still living in the deserts back home. She'd fought them for food, eaten a few when she was lucky enough to catch one. Gatherings of crows had been a sign of the Witch's presence. But she's never seen one so big nor one so eager to be near people.
She stops struggling, blinking dumbly up at the bird.]
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The talons are a little harder to ignore.
Girl lets out another scream, this one of surprise. She cranes her head to look beyond the monkey'd grip and is stunned into silence. She's seen birds before. Feathered scavengers were one of the few animals still living in the deserts back home. She'd fought them for food, eaten a few when she was lucky enough to catch one. Gatherings of crows had been a sign of the Witch's presence. But she's never seen one so big nor one so eager to be near people.
She stops struggling, blinking dumbly up at the bird.]
I'm losin' it. 'm really losin' it...