Sania’s POV
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“I think the Emperor has something important to say to you,” Frederick asks.
I look at the bird in the eye, shrug, and say, “That the next eclipse is in a week? He’s been repeating the same words to me.”
“So you do hear him.” My eyes squint at the bird.
“How can I not?”
“What happened?” he asks again, “What happened in the snowball that made you this way.”
“What way?”
He flaps his wing on top of me, disturbing my quiet morning in the middle of the pond… again. “This,” he caws, “You’re sulking. You’ve been quiet since the failed snowball attempt.”
“You talk as if you know me,” I scoff.
Sheila comes near me in the pond. She has been trying to get me to talk too, in a much less annoying way than Frederick, but I still don’t appreciate that they are ignoring the obv
