Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-34147452-20190711015215/@comment-32273133-20190728215021

“Fireon,” Micah murmurs. “Good. No bad memories there.” Nothing other than first hearing about Damian’s death, which was now irrelevant, even if it did send chills down his spine. He shivered and pressed closer to Min-Jin. ''Positive. Stay positive.'' “The aviary’s nice. Lots of pretty birds. I like birds.” He’s shifting quickly from angry Micah to tired bean Micah. “Especially Phoenix chicks. They’re warm and cuddly.”

Poe croaks, offended.

“So are you, bud, don’t worry.”