Nill shakes her head again, the motion small and certain.

“I am not having the family. There is no one that would be doing the looking for me.”

She pauses, considering, then lifts her gaze.

“If Storm is wishing me to do the helping with the famine, then I will be doing the helping.” She taps her chin thoughtfully. “I cannot do the making of food. But I have the sneaking. And the stealing.” A beat. “I can be doing the making of traps, and the hitting of things with stick. I am liking the hitting with stick greatly.”

Her wings give a light, restless flutter.

“This Vesta…” She tilts her head. “Can she do the seeing of things that already did the happening?”  

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