I think it's superstition. Learn to swim, and invite the disaster that makes it necessary.
[ Though he'd rarely taken time to humor the gulls before, now he watched with some fondness at the scene as the greedy thing stuffed as much as it could into its beak. Others began to circle, as if alerted by some form of avian telepathy. He suspected it was rather the first gull's loud cries, which it seemed it could not help making. ]
The fowl at the pond will be the same way. They --
[ A second gull swooped down, wingtip ruffling a few strands of the Forsaken's hair out of place. By reflex, he reached up with a gloved hand to tuck them back into place behind the god's ear, then paused, as if realizing how familiar the gesture was. ]
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[ Though he'd rarely taken time to humor the gulls before, now he watched with some fondness at the scene as the greedy thing stuffed as much as it could into its beak. Others began to circle, as if alerted by some form of avian telepathy. He suspected it was rather the first gull's loud cries, which it seemed it could not help making. ]
The fowl at the pond will be the same way. They --
[ A second gull swooped down, wingtip ruffling a few strands of the Forsaken's hair out of place. By reflex, he reached up with a gloved hand to tuck them back into place behind the god's ear, then paused, as if realizing how familiar the gesture was. ]