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Originally Posted by sarahlooo His encouragement was helpful, of course, since Derf knew what had to be done and because he knew Natalie so well. So, if Derf believed in her, then she believed that she could do it too. And it WAS true that she had "put up" with Picketta, but that wording made it sound like Natalie didn't like her, which wasn't true. Natalie liked Picketta because she was so protective and possessive of Derf. She was like his personal little guardian.
Look non-threatening. "Right," she replied, trying to look relaxed and.. pleasant. She kept her movements slow and watched the little creature look curiously into her palm. "It's okay," she said softly, her voice in a higher pitch than usual, like she was talking to a baby or a puppy, hoping that they would find it soothing.
At that point, she wasn't even paying attention to Derf anymore, because this was close as she had ever been to a Bowtruckle that wasn't out to slice her open with their sharp little fingers. In fact, it looked like it was okay with her. She watched it step closer to her fingers... and then reach down to grab some treats. Natalie beamed, but contained her excitement enough so she wouldn't startle the little creature. "There you go. Is that yummy?" Wood lice... delicious snack, right? She caught Derf out of the corner of her eye and hoped that he was doing well, but she didn't want to look away just in case it made the bowtruckle.. worry. Or something. Fair enough, and he would gladly retract the phrase 'put up with' later. But really, he was glad that Picketta's initial...aversion to Natalie had not pushed her away. He had had his fair share of talks with the bowtruckle about many of his girl friends and how she should and should not behave around them. And, well, to the bowtruckle's benefit, she was doing better. Less snippy and trigger happy with her fingers for the most part.
And what lessons his own bowtruckle had to offer, the brunette had certainly taken on board because she was doing amazing right now. Mesmerized watching her and the creature interact, he truly DID forget that he had a task to perform as well and was only reminded of it when he caught her gaze flicker in his direction and his spine straightened a bit.
RIGHT!
Smiling at her, he offered a quick nod that she...may or may not have noticed ...Derf quickly and quietly sidestepped his way around the pair and over to the tree from whence the bowtruckle had come from. Carefully retrieving his wand and pointing it at the underside of the thick branch and caaaaarefully administered a Severing Charm to slice a thin sheet off and gingerly collected it. Clicking and chattering his teeth, Derf muttered a thank you of sorts in bowtruckle to the tree and any other lingering creatures that may still be hidden within the leaves and branches.
Sidestepping more quickly back, he hurried over to the container by the barn and deposited it as instructed.
Well, that was pretty easy. When Derf had seen the noticed about needing to wear more casual clothing and not their robes, he had honestly been expecting something a bit more, well, active than the gentle luring of bowtruckles with woodlice.
Wood deposited, Derf cautiously approached Natalie and reached to grab a bit of woodlice for himself and held the pile spread out between both his hands as he quite literally went to lay down on the ground beside her. "...you're doing brilliantly," he whispered to her, laying his hands on the ground before him in case the bowtruckle wanted some more woodlice.
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