[ perched as she is, like a hawk ready to swoop, hesitation can be fatal to her mission--and yet, she can't get herself off that branch, because this is a whispering forest and that is a child clutching a weapon practically just as big as they are like it'll do anything in their arms. ]
[ what she should do is put it out of its misery before something else gets to it. but the kid's sad little display of confusion gets to her. it's like watching a blind puppy run right into a wall. ]
Up here.
[ the evergreen speaks to him; specifically, the owner of the feline eyes glaring his way. she's several yards up, talons curled into a branch, claws gripping a magical violet blade. ]
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