[Adele has no idea who the little red new feather is, but the chirping back and forth between them and Loki is almost, well. No. It is entirely adorable. She leans against the tree, grinning to herself at that burst of laughter. There was warmth in that beyond what she'd expect from a Trickster or a god of lies. This was sweet. Endearing, even, and her one regret is that she doesn't have a camera or her journal to record it.]
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