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“Holy Araldo, what has Conguise done now?” Hugh moved his hand from his eyes as the bird-like creature flew overhead.
She stared down at him as she passed, her dark green eyes with golden flecks wide in her tiny face. The gold and black feathers that covered most of her body contrasted with the white ones on her legs which were tucked against her belly. She opened her mouth which looked like it’d gotten stuck transforming from lips to beak. She let out a screech that pierced the air and made the hairs on his neck stand.
The sound of her call broke the trancelike state of those on the street. Screams filled the air as everyone scattered.
“Find cover,” he shouted as he dove under a Gruntless parked carriage. The others followed behind him.
“Move.” Davies wiggled, nudging eve
