[ alisaie's smile softens at the edges, and she lifts a hand to the bird as it hops down to her forearm, her fingers smoothing through its soft plumage. ]
Aye. I do not know if it is him, but..
[ her gaze drops. ]
Well, I suppose it can't be. Not really. But still..
[ it feels like him, warm and nostalgic, even if it is all in her head. ]
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Aye. I do not know if it is him, but..
[ her gaze drops. ]
Well, I suppose it can't be. Not really. But still..
[ it feels like him, warm and nostalgic, even if it is all in her head. ]