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I'd say that this is ridiculous, but with Sieben I should've expected something like this. My home is made of ice, all my extra clothes are gone, and I molted yesterday. The wing covers help, but... I hate being a crow. Hate it.
At least I'm somewhat used to this, growing up in New England and all. And the food's still here.
Now to find something to do with all these blasted feathers.