[Mithos had been sitting down to eat lunch, keeping a careful eye on his journal for any sign that this new feather season would bring something besides disappointment.
He almost swallows his fork when he hears the sound of glass shattering from down the hallway, followed by what can only be described as the sound of general chaos. He's booking it down the hall, as fast as his crutches will allow him, and pushing open the door to his own room--
...There's a bird. A large bird. Flapping around on his bed. ......What.]
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He almost swallows his fork when he hears the sound of glass shattering from down the hallway, followed by what can only be described as the sound of general chaos. He's booking it down the hall, as fast as his crutches will allow him, and pushing open the door to his own room--
...There's a bird. A large bird. Flapping around on his bed. ......What.]