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[A darkened hotel room - one of those in Spero, for those of you keeping track. The view is at an odd angle, as though perhaps it turned on accidentally. In the gloom you can pick out the back of Moa's head, against the far side of the bed.
There's a shuffling noise, some rattling, and a tinny voice speaks up.]
I love you.
[Nothing moves. The rattling begins again, and a bird's foot comes into view.]
I love you. [Again there's no response. The bird whistles like a tea kettle, it's head bobbing into view.] I love you. You're such a pretty bird.
[The girl doesn't move. It howls like a wolf, obviously trying to get her attention by now.]
You're such a pretty bird.
What a good boy.
I love you.
I love you.
[The feed times out.]
There's a shuffling noise, some rattling, and a tinny voice speaks up.]
[Nothing moves. The rattling begins again, and a bird's foot comes into view.]
I love you. [Again there's no response. The bird whistles like a tea kettle, it's head bobbing into view.] I love you. You're such a pretty bird.
[The girl doesn't move. It howls like a wolf, obviously trying to get her attention by now.]
You're such a pretty bird.
What a good boy.
I love you.
I love you.
[The feed times out.]
