2nd Feather [commentlog]

[morningfeather]

[There's an owl in the Keep. A rather ruffled looking Barn owl, to be specific.

Te Ata had been getting restless on the ground, so she had shifted to her owl form. She had been slightly worried at how long it had taken and the energy it had expended that she had tried to shift back almost immediately.

Rather shocked at being stuck as an owl, Te Ata had gathered up her scattered clothes and hid them away before taking to the sky to scout out the Keep.

Feel free to bug the owl.]

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[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[Zachariah strokes the bird gently with his finger. Maybe he's just easily impressed by the simple things but this is awesome.]

Now where did you come from? Haven't seen any owls since I got here. Do you belong to someone?

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[morningfeather]

[Te Ata coos at the petting. It feels nice.

At his words, she swivels her head in a very obvious negative answer.]

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[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[He smiles at the noise and continues to pet it, but he's more than a little surprised when it answers him. It did just answer him didn't it?]

Can you understand me?

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[morningfeather]

[She bobs in assent and nuzzles into Zachariah's finger.]

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[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[This is definitely not a coincidence. The owl knows what he's saying.]

Guess you're not an ordinary owl, but then there's not much that's ordinary around here huh?

[He continues to pet it. Special owl or not, it does seem to like having its feathers stroked.]

Is this place your home?

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[morningfeather]

[Te Ata chirps and swivels her head in a no.]