FOOD OH GREAT FOOD
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He closes his hand around it, and feels the fluttering grow quick. Well, now he’s definitely scared it. Is it a butterfly that had been hiding down here the whole time? Why would a hawk put that much effort into trying to catch a single butterfly?
Pulling his hand back out, Techno keeps his fingers curled closed around whatever he’s caught, reaching his other hand up to try and keep the thing from flying away.
He pauses with the sight of a- person. In his palm.
A tiny person.
With wings.
(Or, in which Technoblade lives out in the middle of nowhere in a cozy cottage, thinking that will mean he doesn't have to deal with neighbors. He was wrong. He's got some faerie neighbors.)