“Can it be both?” Astrid asks, a little muffled from somewhere beneath the griffon. She levers one of Potato’s wings out of the way, lifting it so she can peer out from a faceful of feathers and look at Clarisse.
She’s seen Clarisse downbeat at a party before, but there’s something else to it now that she can’t quite put her finger on; as if in stepping away from the fire and the music and the bigger group of people, something in the other woman’s face has slipped.
For her part, Astrid tonight seems unruffled and cheerful as ever. This is a day, the same as any other day.
“Since there’s more distractions around, I figured it’d be a good way to train her to be around crowds, like, but I’m startin’ to think someone let her cuddle too much when she was little. She doesn’t get that she’s too big for laps now.” Potato clacks her beak as if in affirmation. “You wanna help me or hang out?”
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She’s seen Clarisse downbeat at a party before, but there’s something else to it now that she can’t quite put her finger on; as if in stepping away from the fire and the music and the bigger group of people, something in the other woman’s face has slipped.
For her part, Astrid tonight seems unruffled and cheerful as ever. This is a day, the same as any other day.
“Since there’s more distractions around, I figured it’d be a good way to train her to be around crowds, like, but I’m startin’ to think someone let her cuddle too much when she was little. She doesn’t get that she’s too big for laps now.” Potato clacks her beak as if in affirmation. “You wanna help me or hang out?”
Or both.