[His hoots grow more frenzied as he hears footsteps approaching (who the hell is on their roof at this time of night? An assassin?!) only to startle at a giant hand entering the vase.
It scoops him up only to face him with Geralt. His stuttering heart doesn't entirely calm as he breathes too fast and too deeply.]
Why must you insist on picking me up in the most undignified of ways! [He fluffs his feathers up, folding his wings in close against his body. His large eyes cut across Geralt's face, taking him in with long, slow blinks.] Why do you seem so big? This was supposed to be a larger bird!
[He thinks. He's fairly sure. When he read of the owl, it sounded... intimidating.
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It scoops him up only to face him with Geralt. His stuttering heart doesn't entirely calm as he breathes too fast and too deeply.]
Why must you insist on picking me up in the most undignified of ways! [He fluffs his feathers up, folding his wings in close against his body. His large eyes cut across Geralt's face, taking him in with long, slow blinks.] Why do you seem so big? This was supposed to be a larger bird!
[He thinks. He's fairly sure. When he read of the owl, it sounded... intimidating.
Oh. Hell.]