[ The ease in which she deposits her offering startles him.
Aspen feels as if he's seen a ghost. His white, feathered wings curl close around him, protective in his time of uncertainty, as if keeping him from his curiosity. He waits, for a brief moment - debating on whether or not to follow - before he scrunches his nose and turns after where she disappeared. ]
Excuse me - ?
[ She is human, and he is not. He can tell that, but the similar hair and a shared air of poise make him pause. ]
beyond the cities
Aspen feels as if he's seen a ghost. His white, feathered wings curl close around him, protective in his time of uncertainty, as if keeping him from his curiosity. He waits, for a brief moment - debating on whether or not to follow - before he scrunches his nose and turns after where she disappeared. ]
Excuse me - ?
[ She is human, and he is not. He can tell that, but the similar hair and a shared air of poise make him pause. ]