only to receive another one in response as the bird stares at eden, motion which her handler mimics a moment after.
"ah.. my apologies, i was unaware there would be anyone else out here," they give a polite smile, "is it alright if we stay? i promise not to bother."
fluttering of feathers are the first sign to company they are given, followed by slow footsteps that grow louder in sound as the seer comes closer.
the owl perching over their shoulder makes a small sound, "something the matter, my lady?"
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( seated in the garden once more—— she has spent a lot of time there, recently.
a carnation twists between her fingers, back and forth, until a leaf catches her thumb and flutters to the ground. )
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but in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. such a constellation was he to me.