03-19-2021, 04:42 AM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 11.5px; width: 340px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]The very idea of keeping another creature, to which may be ascribed a somewhat lesser level of sentience, was rather absurd. It felt akin to deeming a peer to be of a lowered status, reduced simply for an inability they were not at fault for, hypocrite would he be if such was spoken aloud. In that moment Harland deemed no creature as anything upon the line of a pet or companion, the tavern seemed unfit and the hurdle of understanding the practice must be overcome first. Evident this was more than a run of the mill bird, though such a guess for some simply were like that.
Well and truly closed the frame of time that may allow adequate warning, the addressal of the aftermath that which caught his attention. Momentary his pause as assessment was staged, the turned backs obscuring the central figure of the incident. The perpetrator was not, however. Had he been questioned prior to that moment Harland would have though avians incapable of a wide range of facial expressions, wrong proven this assumption. Apparent, even with the disadvantage that came from having a beak, the pride over a well accomplished misdemeanour.
Around the spectators he was slow to move, grown rather confused as to what may illicit amusement and offers of assistance, questions gathering at the tip of his tongue. The chance to put any forth passed when his sight settled on the paint covered dealer, answer given in unexpected fashion. Momentary confusion rose and dwindled, mouth opening, concern there in words swallowed as registered the others present. Almost expected the amusement lightly present about an offer of assistance Vayne put forth, that mirrored by Danny not.
And yet here he was, amusement genuine. The situation was rather averse to such, though he bore an understanding of how it may be perceived as amusing to the pair, reprimand dying upon his tongue. In place arose a sound he tried to swallow, futile though continued the attempt. Broken and hastily stifled the short burst of laughter that broke through, paws pressing against his muzzle, beneath still clear his shame mixing among the remnants of mirth.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." Words difficult to decipher between the hoarse tone of his quiet voice and the slight part of paws to permit him the chance to speak, eyes turning away, anywhere better than looking directly at Keona.
Well and truly closed the frame of time that may allow adequate warning, the addressal of the aftermath that which caught his attention. Momentary his pause as assessment was staged, the turned backs obscuring the central figure of the incident. The perpetrator was not, however. Had he been questioned prior to that moment Harland would have though avians incapable of a wide range of facial expressions, wrong proven this assumption. Apparent, even with the disadvantage that came from having a beak, the pride over a well accomplished misdemeanour.
Around the spectators he was slow to move, grown rather confused as to what may illicit amusement and offers of assistance, questions gathering at the tip of his tongue. The chance to put any forth passed when his sight settled on the paint covered dealer, answer given in unexpected fashion. Momentary confusion rose and dwindled, mouth opening, concern there in words swallowed as registered the others present. Almost expected the amusement lightly present about an offer of assistance Vayne put forth, that mirrored by Danny not.
And yet here he was, amusement genuine. The situation was rather averse to such, though he bore an understanding of how it may be perceived as amusing to the pair, reprimand dying upon his tongue. In place arose a sound he tried to swallow, futile though continued the attempt. Broken and hastily stifled the short burst of laughter that broke through, paws pressing against his muzzle, beneath still clear his shame mixing among the remnants of mirth.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." Words difficult to decipher between the hoarse tone of his quiet voice and the slight part of paws to permit him the chance to speak, eyes turning away, anywhere better than looking directly at Keona.