She's sneaking up on the reader from behind... but her talons are making the grass beneath her crunch a little.
She's made a flower from some paper and coloured charcoal, and places it behind the reader's ear with a happy chirp.
"No need for worrying, we don't feel the cold. Or the heat!"
She rocks on her ankles contently, humming.
"Are you cold?"
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