Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
The roan mare doesn’t immediately pay attention, which the owl doesn’t mind. Yet as he almost dozes off, the girl noticed the difference and ruffles his feathers. His wide emerald eyes snap open immediately upon contact, wings flaring as the owl tries to keep his balance on the low branch he’d picked. However, he finds it quickly enough by taking a few steps with his clawed feet on the bark, and uses a wing to tap the filly on her nose. ”Aodhán. I’m happy to meet you Noma, but I would like to not fall over if you please.” he tells her.
Noah joins them by correcting her daughter as well, and the bird takes the time to rearrange his upset belly - and wingfeathers with his beak.
He turns his owl head at the mare, but shakes his head a little as she apologizes. ”There’s no harm done.”
He debates changing his body to something larger, but instead only flies up to the next branch to be more at eye level with the roan pegasus. A change might be too much for the girl, at least right away. ”How are you doing?” Aside from birthing a daughter, that is, he wonders if anything else notable happened in the meantime.
Noah joins them by correcting her daughter as well, and the bird takes the time to rearrange his upset belly - and wingfeathers with his beak.
He turns his owl head at the mare, but shakes his head a little as she apologizes. ”There’s no harm done.”
He debates changing his body to something larger, but instead only flies up to the next branch to be more at eye level with the roan pegasus. A change might be too much for the girl, at least right away. ”How are you doing?” Aside from birthing a daughter, that is, he wonders if anything else notable happened in the meantime.
@[Noah