Snippet #1506574

Cecile’s brows furrowed and her eyes narrowed as the squawks pierced her ears. She hadn’t noticed the old ‘woman’ until her beak was practically pecking out her eyes, she was so close. Cecile stepped back, almost stumbling, in surprise but then she fisted her hands and stood her ground. This was probably just a dream. She must have fallen and hit her head in that crowd, that’s all it was. She wasn’t afraid of a dream. …Maybe a little afraid, but she wasn’t going to show it. She was mostly just annoyed by how loud the bird woman was.

She watched as a boy, around her age it looked like, went ahead and spoke up to the old bird. It was obvious he was frightened, his voice was a dead giveaway, but he still stood up to the crowing woman. Cecile couldn’t help but feel a sense of respect for this boy, even if he was just part of a dream as well.