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Starling: Chapter Twenty-Five

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Roy stood up cautiously.

Alex Red’s body took up the entire doorframe. They still wore their outside garment, a long red cloak as bright a scarlet as their plumage. They stood as still as the ancient treehouse around them, crest partially raised.

“I knew he’d hide you here,” they said. Their voice sounded like great, unoiled hinges.

Roy should have shied back. He should have called for Elliott. Should have at least tried to appease the angry giant standing between him and the exit.

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If I said anything hurtful or rude to the other cliques, this is me apologizing. I don’t think I did, but if I did, I’m sorry. In no way was it meant to be rude or hurtful. I don’t want drama cause there is no reason to have it in the first place. 

If something is bothering you, feel free to come to my ask. We can work it out in a nice, calm way instead of making indirect text posts about each other (speaking about both cliques).