12-02-2010, 02:52 AM
The falcon had finished his mouse and hand turned to watch Janssen. He stroked the feathers on his chest but always had one eye on him. When the falcon had finished he just settled, most of his weigh off of his wounded leg. The bird tipped its head over a little but kept his eyes on Jansen. Ah, to be human. Ran though the falcon's head as he rightened his head and heard another falcon above. He looked up and seemed to let his wings drop in longing to join the other bird.
The other bird turnd into the city and the falcon returned his attention on Janssen. The glasses were what caught the falcon's eye. They were the first pair of square glasses he had ever seen, and he had seen quite a few things in his travels.
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