"There's Robin and Finch," he recites, reaching up to lightly brush his fingers against the underside of her jaw, "Blackbird and Woodpecker, Sparrow and Linnet, Nightingale and Falcon... and Crow." He swallows back the ill feeling his name stirs up and tries to focus on the good parts, the parts he likes to remember. "All of my brothers and sisters. It's a perfect name."
He closes his eyes, "The young ones would have loved it if you can put it in a rhyme. Sparrow would say it all wrong, though."
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"There's Robin and Finch," he recites, reaching up to lightly brush his fingers against the underside of her jaw, "Blackbird and Woodpecker, Sparrow and Linnet, Nightingale and Falcon... and Crow." He swallows back the ill feeling his name stirs up and tries to focus on the good parts, the parts he likes to remember. "All of my brothers and sisters. It's a perfect name."
He closes his eyes, "The young ones would have loved it if you can put it in a rhyme. Sparrow would say it all wrong, though."