Hilgarda kept fiddling with the vehicle's right-side mirror. Every time a gust of wind hit, the thing shifted ever so slightly, yet enough to infuriate the little Uvaaaru. 'Jake, you shouldn't have fed those birds so much.'
I shook my head to escape a daydream. The warming seats were so cosy I was already drifting. But, it didn't take long to spot the flock pursuing us, their entrails of overgrown worms still sticking to their beaks. Either I'd made friends for life, or they hadn't yet finished feasting and wanted more.
Their caws echoed, getting louder and louder; it wouldn't be long before Avrae heard them and dove from his rooftop perch. It was precisely the sort of demonstration we would not need amid an already tense situation.
