[ As easy as it would be to get lost in the moment, the press of Dilucâs lips and the way he tugs Thoma closer, Thoma remains vaguely aware of the owlet in their periphery. He cracks an eye open when he hears the soft rustle of feathers, smiling against Dilucâs lips when he sees the baby manage to glide down from the tree branch to land at their feet - where it calls out to catch Dilucâs attention as well.
The owlet must recognize Diluc as the source of the familiar and trusts him almost instantly, hopping onto his arm as easy as anything. The gentle way with which he addresses the baby bird instantly warms Thomaâs heart. ]
If I didnât know better, Iâd say youâre a natural at this.
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The owlet must recognize Diluc as the source of the familiar and trusts him almost instantly, hopping onto his arm as easy as anything. The gentle way with which he addresses the baby bird instantly warms Thomaâs heart. ]
If I didnât know better, Iâd say youâre a natural at this.