She’d been searching around the city a while before her tufted ears picked up the trilling song.
The sound led her to the fellow singing. And not just singing. He was doing an elaborate dance to show off his glorious, long black tail. “Time to head out, On’ Lasu.”
<”Ah, dear Phae, I am- how you say- occupied.”> the widowbird flapped his wings in a manner to display the orange and white patterns on his shoulders. <”The lady- she is coy.”>
Phaedra pressed a fang against her lip to hold back a chuckle.
“That's- not a female.
It's a hat.”
