ORIGIN

listen to me + hear my thoughts

Ash could hardly believe her ears when the chicken-- who she had just about figured out was named "Ra'hen"-- decided that the pair of them deserved pets of their own. It seemed absolutely ridiculous, but she thought it might be nice to have a rat that would play with her whenever she wanted it. The only problem was if her father would let her keep one. For some reason, she had a little image in her head of her dragging a rat home only to have Aza'zel screech and shoo it away with a blast of wind.

Her ears pricked up anyway, and she gave an imploring look to the strange, upright noodle. She had given up on the whole talking thing, and simply scootched a bit closer, trying to get a good sniff of Daisy. She looked over the saddlebags full of dirt that Tennessee had mentioned, wondering why anyone would ever want to move dirt around. Her tail swished and she glanced between the owner and the pet a few times, waiting for his answer.

Though, she thought, if Tennessee didn't want to give them pets, it would still be kind of mean to eat Daisy. Hen seemed just as pushy and indignant as her sister; a kind of commonly royal-train of thought. Her whiskers twitched, considering that she might have to tussle with the fluffy bird to get her to settle down if things went feathers-up.

tag;; @Tennessee @Hen