( she's grateful, at least, that he seems to take pity on her--or at least enough that he lets her walk the rest of the way. with a bright smile, she takes a few steps forward, watching the owl walk; it's sort of humorously cute, but she doesn't want to say anything to offend the creature.
instead, she just starts to walk solemnly behind it, mimicking the way its body waddles with her own feet, too. )
I wonder if you have a name...
( idly, as they walk, glancing to confirm the moss is still safe in its container before her eyes focus on the bird. )
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instead, she just starts to walk solemnly behind it, mimicking the way its body waddles with her own feet, too. )
I wonder if you have a name...
( idly, as they walk, glancing to confirm the moss is still safe in its container before her eyes focus on the bird. )
Think I could give you one?