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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[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?