[ There are several birds in mid-attempt to approach the human holding those precious treats. Rattle pigeons mostly, emboldened by city life, their regularly close proximity to humans, and hunger. Oh, hunger is certainly a motivator driving every hop and anything like "bravery," but not so powerful as to stay their wings when the wind whips and becomes a forceful gust ahead of some small, pitch thing that shoots through the crowd ahead of them to alight mere feet from the human holding the seeds.
The rattle pigeons take flight and scatter. A curiously deep violet eye is leveled at Kazuha and that bag, wings flapped once preceding a hop, head canted.
Almost as though that oddly colored sparrow is asking some question. ]
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The rattle pigeons take flight and scatter. A curiously deep violet eye is leveled at Kazuha and that bag, wings flapped once preceding a hop, head canted.
Almost as though that oddly colored sparrow is asking some question. ]