[ The bird chirps in response, excited by Peter's feedback. It keeps making that soft, lilting song as it steps closer, shaking out its fern-like feathers.
Gamora's fingers curl around her sword, drawing Godslayer in preparation—
Though the bird seems to notice immediately, and it trills in alarm, backing away quickly and plastering its feathers against its neck. The surrounding birds call out in surprise, more song, more chirping, and Gamora frowns as she looks among them. ]
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Gamora's fingers curl around her sword, drawing Godslayer in preparation—
Though the bird seems to notice immediately, and it trills in alarm, backing away quickly and plastering its feathers against its neck. The surrounding birds call out in surprise, more song, more chirping, and Gamora frowns as she looks among them. ]
Skittish, apparently.