Delphine
Delphine was quiet until she started searching for her bird. She does follow him inside, though, almost on autopilot. "Poe-Poe-Poe-Poe..." She mumbles, staring at the griffin as she enters the house.
"Not Poe-Poe, and... not a doggy." She mumbles, reaching out to touch the creature before he's distracted her. 'Come in here and sit.'
She follows that order, settling into a seat, twisting to study the griffin, "Have you seen Poe-Poe?" She's not speaking to him, but to the creature, and she sounds quite serious. "He's pink, and he... uhm," she doesn't know how to explain the sound her bird makes, because he talks, and she was awful at mimicry.
She's waiting for an answer from the griffin, but she is seated, though food has been forgotten.
"Not Poe-Poe, and... not a doggy." She mumbles, reaching out to touch the creature before he's distracted her. 'Come in here and sit.'
She follows that order, settling into a seat, twisting to study the griffin, "Have you seen Poe-Poe?" She's not speaking to him, but to the creature, and she sounds quite serious. "He's pink, and he... uhm," she doesn't know how to explain the sound her bird makes, because he talks, and she was awful at mimicry.
She's waiting for an answer from the griffin, but she is seated, though food has been forgotten.
Let me make you smile, darling.
