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Bloodwing stared at the image of the hen, glancing between daughter and mother. They were so similar, and yet so different. In appearance they bore the same feathers, the same looks, but yet something was different. It took a moment of frowning concentration for him to realize that it was their expressions. Scarlet's mother was so relaxed, her face kind and welcoming. Her daughter's face was solemnized with worry, the weight of responsibility, and the desire to appear tough and capable. 
Bloodwing nodded to the figure, giving a respectful bow, but without his usual playful embellishment.
"mother, why did father not tell me?" he asks
her mother had this look of worry "to keep you safe"
With a slight feeling of foreboding, Bloodwing glanced between mother and daughter, kneading his talons into the ground subconsciously.