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sweetpinkpixie · 11-26-2019, 12:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Grace Bones-Miarkos had dropped a letter home by owl post a week ago, and now she was stalking the place. It wasn't that she needed to send more notes home to her parents, overprotective as they may be (or just her father, honestly). No, she just liked looking at that dreamboat shopkeeper.

Grace had never considered herself to be shy, but she wasn't that interested in talking to him or approaching him and ruining the illusion. To the contrary, she wanted to pretend that he was a lot more interesting than he probably was. But he was dreamy, so here she was, standing just outside the shop and pretending to be very interested in international owl rates.

Zachaël had been having a DAY of it with his owls. Mangig and Herjenmie were teaming up against Furmgoat and trying pull out his tail feathers and all of them were proving to be virtually impossible to get back in their cages for timeout. At least Waful was well disciplined and watching it all unapprovingly from his perch while Nuria was out on delivery. Which, for anyone who cared, was her first delivery since the acromantula incident - so Zachaël was incredibly proud of her.

It took a lot of persuasion on his part, but eventually he was able to wrangle all three of the owls into some form of submission and had assigned each of them a delivery of their own to occupy them for a few hours at least. Ought to give him enough time to, er, clean up the disaster that was the backroom of the shop now.

Walking out of the shop, an owl on each shoulder and then another resting on his arm, Zachaël whistled sharply to signal to them to take flight and watched them until they were specks in the distance....and then noticed that there was a woman standing outside the Owl Post.

"Salutations," he greeted her with a small bow of the head, unaware of plethora of tawny owl feathers stuck in his chocolate curls.

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