Oh, just a magical forest, also some 900 or so years ago, give or take.
He tilts his head, understanding exactly what the possible-Fae is saying, but it's a difficult task for him to respond. He's never learned to move his throat and beak around speech like some of the other sounds he could make. Hm.
Well, he knows what he'd want to say if he did have his mouth, the shape of the word. And he's a gloriously smart bird, surely he can figure this out.
It takes a few minutes before he opens his beak, feathers at his throat puffing as he pulls in air, and says: "Moors."
Maybe that's what it sounds like, anyway. It might just sound like an odd squawk.
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He tilts his head, understanding exactly what the possible-Fae is saying, but it's a difficult task for him to respond. He's never learned to move his throat and beak around speech like some of the other sounds he could make. Hm.
Well, he knows what he'd want to say if he did have his mouth, the shape of the word. And he's a gloriously smart bird, surely he can figure this out.
It takes a few minutes before he opens his beak, feathers at his throat puffing as he pulls in air, and says: "Moors."
Maybe that's what it sounds like, anyway. It might just sound like an odd squawk.