5th Feather - [commentlog]

[morningfeather]

[Te Ata is out again as an owl. Staying human almost all the time is rather constricting to someone used to flying at least once a day

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[onehellofaparty]

[Dante is also spending a good amount of time near the bonfire, because it is damn cold without a shirt. But like hell he's going to actually put one on.]

[morningfeather]

[What even, Dante. Te Ata is impressed by your apparent lack of care for the cold. She lands between him and the fire and flaps her wings a couple of time before huddling down.

She chirps at Dante.]

[onehellofaparty]

[Hey, he knows what looks good on him. And the ladies love the lack of shirt.

He raises an eyebrow at the owl.]

I didn't think owls got bothered by the cold.

[morningfeather]

[Well, she definitely isn't complaining about it.

Te Ata puffs up her feathers, eyes narrowing at Dante. Hey, the cold may not bug her, but she likes the warmth from the fire.]

[onehellofaparty]

[He stretches his hands towards the fire.]

Yeah, I don't blame you. I've never been anywhere that's this cold before.

[morningfeather]

[Te Ata bobs her head in a nod before shuffling closer to Dante. She tilts her head and gestures to Dante with a foot, shaking herself in a facsimile of shivering.

She's trying to ask if he's cold, but she won't blame him if he doesn't understand what she's doing.]

[onehellofaparty]

[He may be dumb, but he's not entirely stupid. He sort of understands what she's getting at. And is a little surprised by the fact that this owl is trying to ask if he's cold.]

It's a little chilly, but I'm not really used to wearing a shirt.

[morningfeather]

[Te Ata is just glad he understood. She was always bad at charades.

She bobs her head again and shuffles over to sit next to Dante's leg before turning her head to preen her feathers.]

[onehellofaparty]

[Well she's good enough to get him to understand.]

You're pretty friendly for an owl.

[morningfeather]

[Te Ata chirps and rubs her head against Dante's leg. Friendly is right, Dante.]

[onehellofaparty]

[Chuckling, he reaches over to lightly pet her feathers.]

[morningfeather]

[Excellent. Te Ata closes her eyes and rubs her head against his hand.]

[onehellofaparty]

[He continues with the petting.]

You've gotta be someone's pet. I don't think wild owls are this calm.

[morningfeather]

[Te Ata chirps but makes no move to confirm or deny what Dante said. She's not allowed to tell anyone she's a shifter.]

[onehellofaparty]

I shouldn't be too surprised. Not with how weird this place is.

[morningfeather]

[Te Ata chirps and bobs her head in agreement. Weird is right.]