[Ori as an owl responds to affection much like Ori the person does. He expect no less at this point, and finds himself endeared rather than put off by it. The flowers that bloom in her feathers smell sweet and like springtime, which is a stark but welcomed contrast to the wintery air around them.
The owlets are only distracted by the ball for so long before they come stumbling back, curious about how he and Ori are currently arranged. The boldest of the bunch hops into his lap and hoots at him--setting of a small cyclone of excitement in response. The wind isn't quite enough to topple Ori, but it is more than enough to shove him over. Before he even realizes it, he's prone on the ground and staring upward as the owlets swarm in.]
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The owlets are only distracted by the ball for so long before they come stumbling back, curious about how he and Ori are currently arranged. The boldest of the bunch hops into his lap and hoots at him--setting of a small cyclone of excitement in response. The wind isn't quite enough to topple Ori, but it is more than enough to shove him over. Before he even realizes it, he's prone on the ground and staring upward as the owlets swarm in.]