“Oh… If they were even bigger, then they’d be even more scary sometimes. I like the yellow feathers, though. I think it’s a happy colour.” He responded with a small nod, as though that was somehow a balance between scary and not scary to his mind. A pro and a con… Not that it was, but it had stuck out to him that way.

Then the boy’s eyes widened, and he looked up at Nida with some obvious confusion. “The moon tries to kill you in your world??? How does the moon do that? It’s so far away?”