Aug 12 2015, 11:15 PM
With a guilty coo, Adeyemi groomed at the feathers that lay about Willow's gem, the closest to an apology the owlet was likely to receive. At the other prince's response, the turaco focused back on the green bird, clucking with another wave of pride. "Willow has many talents... but I am sure she will show you herself, if she deems it necessary," he added seriously.
Though the chick was arrogant - and often ignorant - he did understand one thing: how to learn from your blunders, and not commit them again. If he wanted his companion to stick around, the royal knew he'd have to make it clear they were equal, even if she wasn't a princess. At the answer to the query of companionship, Adeyemi nodded sagely, huffing out a breath. "Well, I am sure you will find someone of proper strength and beauty, yes? I was lucky - Willow found me as a babe, when I received these battle scars," he explained, raising up a scorched foot proudly, crest rising to attention.
At the other fowl's next question, however, the limb dropped to the floor with a sharp clack, and the turaco's eyes narrowed, shuffling closer to Willow uneasily. "Her position, Prince Charmbirb Gertrude," he murmured, slick as oil but barbed, "is as my equal. It is how a true companionship works, yes? To find someone who compliments you, keeps you in balance." With this, he gestured to the owlet with a sweep of a green-blue wing, glare softening. "Willow is such a companion. I have my faults. She helps me to learn from them, yes? As will you, when you find your destined."
Though the chick was arrogant - and often ignorant - he did understand one thing: how to learn from your blunders, and not commit them again. If he wanted his companion to stick around, the royal knew he'd have to make it clear they were equal, even if she wasn't a princess. At the answer to the query of companionship, Adeyemi nodded sagely, huffing out a breath. "Well, I am sure you will find someone of proper strength and beauty, yes? I was lucky - Willow found me as a babe, when I received these battle scars," he explained, raising up a scorched foot proudly, crest rising to attention.
At the other fowl's next question, however, the limb dropped to the floor with a sharp clack, and the turaco's eyes narrowed, shuffling closer to Willow uneasily. "Her position, Prince Charmbirb Gertrude," he murmured, slick as oil but barbed, "is as my equal. It is how a true companionship works, yes? To find someone who compliments you, keeps you in balance." With this, he gestured to the owlet with a sweep of a green-blue wing, glare softening. "Willow is such a companion. I have my faults. She helps me to learn from them, yes? As will you, when you find your destined."
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