While you were talking to Vast about him settling down on the some floating island with you near the amethyst’s a little ways up, his magpies were chirping and fluttering about before he muttered to them, swatting.

“You cannot take their jacket, stop it.” He hissed under his breath.

After trying to reassure him it was fine he interrupted while shaking his hand in a back and forth motion.

“If I magpie tries, picking at it just—kick them.”