[There didn't seem to be any recognition, any care in those eyes. They seemed so unlike Chris, more like sharp daggers of everything negative about a soul.
They narrowed, and for an instant Fluttershy may fear for herself, but she needn't. With a great unfurling the wings opened with a sound like snapping leather, and he turned away, seeming about to depart.]
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They narrowed, and for an instant Fluttershy may fear for herself, but she needn't. With a great unfurling the wings opened with a sound like snapping leather, and he turned away, seeming about to depart.]