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sweetpinkpixie · 07-07-2023, 01:05 PM

"You sure can," Derf chimed in, his voice seeming disembodied for a moment before his trusty bowtruckle, Picketta, jumped off from the top of his head and on to the table top triumphantly holding a button with her long tendril fingers. Which may have given off the impression that it had been the creature to speak, but such confusion came to a rest quickly as the blond stood up proper and brushed off his beige trousers from kneeling on the floor. "Just make sure to take it slowly and not make too many sudden or grand movements around her eyes. Cobweb is a sweetheart, bit of a fascination and adoration for nipping at buttons and zips so be mindful of that as well, and does not spook particularly easy but still does have her shy quirks seeing as she is just a foal. Lowering your stature a bit, standing at a squat, will help too. She'll be comfortable enough to toddle right on up to you for a nuzzle." Smiling at the girl, he took notice of her badger pin and found himself reluctantly relieved they had not brought the twin nifflers they had taken in recently.

Kneeling down one more time to grab a trio of grooming buckets to place on the table, Derf noticed Picketta running off with his button towards the large toddler sized bell jar where the branch of her kin were content playing on the sapling they had brought with them. The smaller bowtruckles were particularly fond of using the leaves like trampolines. "Picketta," he scolded as he shuffled his feet and passed behind his wife (with a kiss on the cheek for her) and son (and one on top of the head for you, Emrys). "Now give that back. It's not yours and my shirt would very much like to have it back." To which his faithful companion blew a bowtruckle's version of a raspberry at him before scampering off again.

So, while he negotiated with the bowtruckle, Chloe could address this very inquisitive young girl's remaining questions.

07-07-2023, 01:05 PM	#5 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,028 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf "You sure can," Derf chimed in, his voice seeming disembodied for a moment before his trusty bowtruckle, Picketta, jumped off from the top of his head and on to the table top triumphantly holding a button with her long tendril fingers. Which may have given off the impression that it had been the creature to speak, but such confusion came to a rest quickly as the blond stood up proper and brushed off his beige trousers from kneeling on the floor. "Just make sure to take it slowly and not make too many sudden or grand movements around her eyes. Cobweb is a sweetheart, bit of a fascination and adoration for nipping at buttons and zips so be mindful of that as well, and does not spook particularly easy but still does have her shy quirks seeing as she is just a foal. Lowering your stature a bit, standing at a squat, will help too. She'll be comfortable enough to toddle right on up to you for a nuzzle." Smiling at the girl, he took notice of her badger pin and found himself reluctantly relieved they had not brought the twin nifflers they had taken in recently. Kneeling down one more time to grab a trio of grooming buckets to place on the table, Derf noticed Picketta running off with his button towards the large toddler sized bell jar where the branch of her kin were content playing on the sapling they had brought with them. The smaller bowtruckles were particularly fond of using the leaves like trampolines. "Picketta," he scolded as he shuffled his feet and passed behind his wife (with a kiss on the cheek for her) and son (and one on top of the head for you, Emrys). "Now give that back. It's not yours and my shirt would very much like to have it back." To which his faithful companion blew a bowtruckle's version of a raspberry at him before scampering off again. So, while he negotiated with the bowtruckle, Chloe could address this very inquisitive young girl's remaining questions. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like