Padre Midael
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His hazel eyes dance on the shiney feathers of a crow, just perched on the edge of the cathedral’s garden. His face forms to one of curiosity as he approaches, noticing it doesn’t fly away.
He reaches out, watching its eyes slowly fall to his thick finger as he offers it perch.
“Come avian, I mean no harm precious creature of the lord”
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