11-06-2018, 11:12 PM
She liked flowers, too, though it was just as much as many others. She liked to admire them, but that was about it. Sometimes she found some flowers that were found pretty enough to pluck and keep in her room, but she didn't exactly know enough to keep them alive long. She was no florist by any definition of the word. Still, they were nice to look at and smell, which was why she found herself there in the first place, gazing in awe at the bushels of roses.
Isabelle hadn't expected to see a hawk, though, romping around along the stone path. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight, finding it amusing to see such a bird admiring the flowers like she was. Then she heard the annoyed cries of Agathe, her head turning to face the female, the smile widening on her face. She knew the other female probably didn't like her much, but she didn't mind. A part of her wanted to see if she could even make her like her at some point.
"Wow, is that your bird?" she asks as she bounds over, not sure what to think of a hawk as a pet. She had never seen a domesticated predatory bird before, and she couldn't help but stare up at said animal, watching him place the flower behind her ear. "That looks pretty on you, miss! What's his name?" most people gave names to their pets, so she could only assume Agathe had done the same.
"speech"
Isabelle hadn't expected to see a hawk, though, romping around along the stone path. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight, finding it amusing to see such a bird admiring the flowers like she was. Then she heard the annoyed cries of Agathe, her head turning to face the female, the smile widening on her face. She knew the other female probably didn't like her much, but she didn't mind. A part of her wanted to see if she could even make her like her at some point.
"Wow, is that your bird?" she asks as she bounds over, not sure what to think of a hawk as a pet. She had never seen a domesticated predatory bird before, and she couldn't help but stare up at said animal, watching him place the flower behind her ear. "That looks pretty on you, miss! What's his name?" most people gave names to their pets, so she could only assume Agathe had done the same.
"speech"