This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry startles when Noah hoists up the baby griffin towards him, for him to actually hold. His brows lift in genuine surprise and, not wanting to be rude or mean to the little thing that seemed quite happy to be held, he takes her into his hands. He holds her up with strong hands, to let her feel the soft breeze in her feathers and to get a good look of her. Young, but promise of a beautiful, formidable creature in due time. For now, her innocence is adorable. It's so irresistable, that Henry actually cracks a soft, soft smile and a little life breathes back into his spirit.
"Hello, Eira from the Sea of Glass," he coos and gently tucks her in against his chest, where she snuggles up into him and he laughs a little. He wasn't expecting her to make him so happy, but with the farm being gone... it's nice to be around cute baby animals again. It's familiar to him, and it's something he will surely miss. So, if it's quite alright with Noah, he'll keep her tucked in the crook of his arm for a while longer, running his hands absently over her mix of fur and feathers as they walk, letting his stress fade away for the time being.
Henry follows Noah's pointing finger down towards the mud and has a bit of an 'oh!' moment. "Well, that's convenient," he remarks, "So, poop and footprints. Is that all there is to it? What happens if they see us first?"
"Hello, Eira from the Sea of Glass," he coos and gently tucks her in against his chest, where she snuggles up into him and he laughs a little. He wasn't expecting her to make him so happy, but with the farm being gone... it's nice to be around cute baby animals again. It's familiar to him, and it's something he will surely miss. So, if it's quite alright with Noah, he'll keep her tucked in the crook of his arm for a while longer, running his hands absently over her mix of fur and feathers as they walk, letting his stress fade away for the time being.
Henry follows Noah's pointing finger down towards the mud and has a bit of an 'oh!' moment. "Well, that's convenient," he remarks, "So, poop and footprints. Is that all there is to it? What happens if they see us first?"
HENRY
