He was already nervous bringing her to us, let alone her parents.
[Which is kind of... sweet. The fact that he had come to them first? Was he not afraid of what Benedikta might say? Or was he waiting to see what they thought?
More hooting, as Benedikta reaches up to gently fix some feathers on the other owl as Cid holds them, going through the motions without much thought. The little owl ruffles and chirps, her eyes closing at the feeling just like Bidowlfin used to do when he was younger.]
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He was already nervous bringing her to us, let alone her parents.
[Which is kind of... sweet. The fact that he had come to them first? Was he not afraid of what Benedikta might say? Or was he waiting to see what they thought?
More hooting, as Benedikta reaches up to gently fix some feathers on the other owl as Cid holds them, going through the motions without much thought. The little owl ruffles and chirps, her eyes closing at the feeling just like Bidowlfin used to do when he was younger.]
Her name is Willow. ... After the willow tree?
[Hoot hoooot~]