"Hah, of course. But do they have any opinions worth hearing? I do wonder." Magnolia's smile is teasing, but his voice is low. "But you don't seem like the type to gossip, so I won't pester you with questions.

Me? I've been around. There's a sad lack of trees in this place, I have to say. All metal and smog."

They fly in very orderly ways. Do they order the patterns of the birds around this city, too? Almond shifts, nervously. I don't like it very much...