[ Truly, in spite of widespread rumor, Kyle does not have a blood feud with the avian creatures - except in moments like this. He's been shooing the birds away as peacefully as possible - in part because his blessed bones are not working as they should and it's not worth the risk. He's knows little about seafaring, but there's some hope that at least these pests mean a safe landing can't be far off.
He does not recognize Jack's poetry or song. The 'gun' he does recognize as it's tossed his way - a popular kids' toy in Nayeshi that looks little like any rifle he's familiar with handling. He pushes the dart into place and points it at another circling bird - scowling when he misses the first shot as the wind blows the foam dart off course.
He reloads it, firing a second shot that misses as well. The bird stares back at him with black, soulless eyes. ]
We should eat them.
[ He says this in a flat, humorless tone.
The third shot strikes between the legs of a bird trying to dig through a pack, startling it. He follows up by hurling a goodberry at it. ]
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He does not recognize Jack's poetry or song. The 'gun' he does recognize as it's tossed his way - a popular kids' toy in Nayeshi that looks little like any rifle he's familiar with handling. He pushes the dart into place and points it at another circling bird - scowling when he misses the first shot as the wind blows the foam dart off course.
He reloads it, firing a second shot that misses as well. The bird stares back at him with black, soulless eyes. ]
We should eat them.
[ He says this in a flat, humorless tone.
The third shot strikes between the legs of a bird trying to dig through a pack, startling it. He follows up by hurling a goodberry at it. ]