" Anya never speaks ill
of you , if i'm demanded
to be honest . Elias curses
you for him . All Sant'angelo
ever does is cry and we know
you presummably fought
over something again . "
He shook his heas, exhaling
softly . Of course, Arthur
notices the smallest things;
β
β people often tend to behave
in such ways these days . . . It
will be easier if the allow their
emotions to be as is. they will
feel better... even just for a bit .
or at least thats what he knows...
hes a bird, after all .
still learning.
" Sant'angelo, he ... β
Hmm . peregrines aren't
something the hatcheries
have, at least, not in the
heart of the council .
and its i possible that stray
flew all the way here from
Scotland . . . unless a poacher
sent one of their own stolen
ones to scout ? His ears are
itching . fine .
β
"Mm. "
a small nod.
hes not quite sure what
to bring, really. Oh- right.
he forgot to put the stupid
biscuit pack inside . Tho the
dinosaur shaped cookies
are uh... kept in a ziplock bag.
Hey, he tried!
it looks like a scene evidence
tho but hey, he made those.
β
apparently, it is the bird
boy indeed . someone brought
a welcome gift, he saw people
do it all the time .
heres a poorly gift-wrapped
box. hey, at least he's learning.








