I don't think so - well I could use it to find out who her owner was, but it probably doesn't mean anything special.
[Sixes knows it's being talked about and preens under one wing. The one on Julien's wrist slips and clings with its claws, fluttering and scratching deeply enough to make blood bead up. When he shakes his hand it gives up and goes back to the ground.]
[Another pigeon takes flight and shoots past Gabriel at close range, then lands in the tree behind Julien. He frowns up after it.]
- Okay, that's enough. Uh... No food remains. Your manners are small! Abandon me!
[A few pigeons fly away. On Julien's shoulder Sixes makes a grumpy noise, stands tall, and fans her wings vigorously, causing a breeze. The rest decide to walk off a few at a time.]
...think that was right, anyway. You guys are rude. I think Elvish encourages them. [He starts to inspect the scratches. Julien's hands are criscrossed with fine healed lines from this kind of nonsense.]
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[Sixes knows it's being talked about and preens under one wing. The one on Julien's wrist slips and clings with its claws, fluttering and scratching deeply enough to make blood bead up. When he shakes his hand it gives up and goes back to the ground.]
[Another pigeon takes flight and shoots past Gabriel at close range, then lands in the tree behind Julien. He frowns up after it.]
- Okay, that's enough. Uh... No food remains. Your manners are small! Abandon me!
[A few pigeons fly away. On Julien's shoulder Sixes makes a grumpy noise, stands tall, and fans her wings vigorously, causing a breeze. The rest decide to walk off a few at a time.]
...think that was right, anyway. You guys are rude. I think Elvish encourages them. [He starts to inspect the scratches. Julien's hands are criscrossed with fine healed lines from this kind of nonsense.]