[Tammy, you were hoping for hawk feathers and Bartimaeus knows that all too well. This is probably why you are suddenly greeted by a raven landing not far away, feathers ruffled up as it settles its wings.
Rather than trolling off the bat, Bartiraven preens his feathers for a bit, then swivels his head about to peer at the book.
And, what the heck, he might as well hop towards it while he's at it. Don't mind him, he'll only peck at the pages if you don't intervene.]
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Rather than trolling off the bat, Bartiraven preens his feathers for a bit, then swivels his head about to peer at the book.
And, what the heck, he might as well hop towards it while he's at it. Don't mind him, he'll only peck at the pages if you don't intervene.]