#{}.{{ INGVAR 1: FLEDGLING }}.{}

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With a soft "hrm?", Ingvar turned his head, and, seeing the bird, he smiled. It was so bright, so beautiful, so--

It spoke. The giant's smile faded. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach. Maybe it climbed out of there and ran away, even, saved itself the horrific awkwardness of this situation.

... so condescending and rude.

Normally he would have been delighted at such as prospect as a bird speaking! But now-- Goddess. This was not good. This was not good at all. A million questions zipped about like bees in Ingvar's head behind those wide eyes. He was forgetting to breathe.

"They was," he admitted in a whisper, "b-but-- not I."

Cheep.

A tiny noise more befitting a tiny creature; the noise made as if, perhaps, it hadn’t spoke at all.  

He indeed derived a childish pleasure out of such nonsense; one day he would regain the entirety of his past lives’, but as it stood, he was essentially a toddler, whether he liked it or not.  

Primary concern of survival; safety, food, and such; first thinking that resting on such a large creature would be a good place to be; but maybe not if they all were dead.  

Cheep!

With more emotion, this time; he stood, shook himself, before settling back down, head tilting up at the massive face so close to him.