I would recommend reading this chapter on AO3.
Morning came like it always does, slowly and filled with the sounds of thousands of crows.
Mizar rather wished it was more like other mornings, where although there certainly were plenty of crows making plenty of noises they weren’t anywhere near her personally. The crows would have relatively quiet stretches where they kept a fairly even level of calls, but every now and then a squabble would break out or a hawk would fly overhead and the world would become a cawcophony of cawing.
A Better Birthright Chapter Six
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