HARPER
Nearly silent in its arrival, the owl is spotted only once the soft scrape of talons touch on stone, lifting a head bowed in contemplative reverence. At first he’s merely curious, but the starlit eyes make Harper’s lips turn at the corners, softening. “Hello beautiful,” he greets instead, unsure if transforming into a similar avian form would be of any use or if the owl would even be able to respond beyond the normal clicks and hoots.
Standing, he gently plucks a few of the berries from his offering from their stems and holds them in his palm, rising to offer them to the owl from a fair distance - arm fully outstretched to give the beautiful creature its space. “I’m sure Safrin won’t mind sharing a little, if you’re hungry.”
Standing, he gently plucks a few of the berries from his offering from their stems and holds them in his palm, rising to offer them to the owl from a fair distance - arm fully outstretched to give the beautiful creature its space. “I’m sure Safrin won’t mind sharing a little, if you’re hungry.”
oh poor atlas, the world's a beast of a burden
and you've been holding on a very long time
and you've been holding on a very long time
