Human Honoria was fully wailing in childish misery, and the snidget version of her was making a squealing cry on her shoulder. She understood what the other was asking but had no idea how to express that she needed to be taken the ministry. The best she could do was tug on a strand of hair within distance of her beaks grasp, the way a child would pull on a parents hem or hand.

Her golden feathers sunk into the curve of her neck in an obvious display of pathetic desperation. She was relying on the rarity of her form or her obviously unknown animal like behaviour to alert the stranger that something was 'up' with the small golden bird

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