I looked up and met the mind of a small kestrel, out of place in the city. The small falcons usually kept to the forests and adjacent fields where mice and other prey were plentiful. What are you doing here, my little friend? This is a bleak place for one such as you.
The kestrel circled above me. I am for you. See what I see.
I wondered what she meant.
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