The pheasant froze mid-peck, then obediently plopped down into the grass and fluffed her feathers as if she were nesting.
Kana stared at Andrev some more. “Did you do that?”
Andrev crossed the grass, picked up his spear. He swallowed hard. “Do what?”
“Talk to the bird. Make it stop.” Kana prowled closer to him, and she had that look on her face again like he was some bright, colorful butterfly.
“What if I did?” Andrev knew he was being defensive and mean, but couldn’t she just be grateful and move on?
“It means you have power,” Kana said.
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