[Myia clamps her hands over her mouth, which is good, because the muffled shriek that leaves her is unearthly, and would most certainly attract militia closer to their location if it were allowed to be louder. To say she is horrified would be an understatement.]
What are you!? Fly with no wings!! Horrible, awful, go away! Away!
[She takes a jump onto the nearest rooftop and curls up into a little ball, buzzing in agitation.]
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What are you!? Fly with no wings!! Horrible, awful, go away! Away!
[She takes a jump onto the nearest rooftop and curls up into a little ball, buzzing in agitation.]