"See, Lerael? You do like it, even if it sounds the same as the others. You don't like the way human names sound." The birds scattered to a safer distance before slowly advancing on the abandoned slice of bread, and Anathema's eyebrows knit together as she tried not to laugh.
"That's because they are different," she said, studying his wings for a moment. "At least a little bit. They don't have arms and hands like you and I do."