the stories i could tell
Artemide clicks her beak, staring intently down at Finn. Something he has said she disagrees with. Though without many ways of expressing herself to him, it's really anyone's guess what she's unhappy about. Unless they work out some sort of system.
Clicking her beak again as he mentions all the reasons he's incapable of doing anything with the information, the owl vaguely spreads her wings for a moment. Holding them upon while staring at him, she folds them against her sides once more.
Clicking her beak again as he mentions all the reasons he's incapable of doing anything with the information, the owl vaguely spreads her wings for a moment. Holding them upon while staring at him, she folds them against her sides once more.
