you get dumped out of a sack by some of santa's yettis. Your hair and feathers are all floofy and messed up because of the rough handeling in the bag (your wings are very delicate so the rough handeling made them a bit sore). All of the guardians are looking at you, all with at least a small smile-except Bunny of course. He's judging you up and down (a habit of his). Jack is keeping to the shadows, a small smile playing on his lips
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