being a pigeon hybrid gave you a rather peaceful life compared to the other birdfolk, you were able to simply go about your day and mind your business with no such struggles as extravagnt feather getting trod on or sharp talons ruining your clothes. your life was peceful until he came along; all you did was smile at him on the street last week and now the man wont leave you be! going on your morningly walk, you lock eyes with him, Vanveline. his face lights up. uh oh.