He’s a good bird. Watching him hatch was the highlight of my month back then.
[He still remembers just how nervous he’d been back then as a new egg mom. He’d been worried about not feeding him enough, or losing track of him because he’s so small. He’s just glad that he’d grown into a healthy bird.
Eventually they reach the town, and Chuuya is now shivering quite a bit. He won’t let on that the weather is bothering him, though.]
And mine, too. Oddly, I think she was exactly what I needed...
[a sigh of relief as the storm seems to ease off into the city. As he looks around, mittened hands brush snow from his clothes, still cold enough that it's practically powder, before loosening his hood and pulling it down]
I believe there was meant to be a welcoming committee of sorts... perhaps we are too late?
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Chuuya
That is why they ran. [a little nod of his understanding] But I wish they had not.
[of course he doesn't know how he would have gone about protecting Lula - only that he would have. ]
It's silly, almost. I enjoy animals, but before she came I would have professed that I didn't need a pet - much less a-- llama.
[the word was unfamiliar until he encountered it in writing - his tongue seems to go twice over the doubled-L.]
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[Chuuya nods in agreement at that.]
I never had the time for a pet before. Plus living with me would’ve been dangerous. Even now I dunno if I’m suited to owning a pet.
[He’s more suited to being one, apparently.]
Feeling better? As much as you can in a snowstorm, anyway.
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[but he would never say owned. They would only have been his for as long as it was seen fit that he should have them.]
Not so much with Lula, mind you. She was very quick to stick to me, but I suppose that comes of raising her from an egg...?
[...perhaps that explains Apollo, come to that.]
Mmm, better - warmer, thank you.
[the pin is only small, but it certainly works quickly...!]
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[He still remembers just how nervous he’d been back then as a new egg mom. He’d been worried about not feeding him enough, or losing track of him because he’s so small. He’s just glad that he’d grown into a healthy bird.
Eventually they reach the town, and Chuuya is now shivering quite a bit. He won’t let on that the weather is bothering him, though.]
Maybe the bar has something warm to drink...
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[a sigh of relief as the storm seems to ease off into the city. As he looks around, mittened hands brush snow from his clothes, still cold enough that it's practically powder, before loosening his hood and pulling it down]
I believe there was meant to be a welcoming committee of sorts... perhaps we are too late?