[ The big bird shoves his beak right into her hand, and Ciri giggles, giving in easily to his charms and stepping closer to provide enthusiastic scritches. She pets his beak and head, down his neck, admiring the feel of the feathers beneath her fingers. It's something unusual; she's used to petting Mog, but he's very small, and this feels very different.
Honestly, after all the stress she's been through -- petting a big fluffy animal is the perfect remedy, even if it is in the mind realm. ]
They can't fly, can they?
[ The animal has wings, but she can't tell how big they are. Chickens can barely fly, and their proportions aren't nearly as ridiculous. ]
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Honestly, after all the stress she's been through -- petting a big fluffy animal is the perfect remedy, even if it is in the mind realm. ]
They can't fly, can they?
[ The animal has wings, but she can't tell how big they are. Chickens can barely fly, and their proportions aren't nearly as ridiculous. ]