He just tightened his hold on Lucanis' shoulders for a moment in a non-apology for filling Spite in. If any creature in the Lighthouse would understand the idea that sometimes attention was attention, good or bad, it would be Spite.
Assan looked Lucanis in the eye, tilting his head slightly, then looked over at Davrin with an inquisitive squawk.
"He says you're too late. Just a matter of time before you understand him, too."
Assan nodded, fluffing his wings happily, before resting his head back on Lucanis' lap.
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He just tightened his hold on Lucanis' shoulders for a moment in a non-apology for filling Spite in. If any creature in the Lighthouse would understand the idea that sometimes attention was attention, good or bad, it would be Spite.
Assan looked Lucanis in the eye, tilting his head slightly, then looked over at Davrin with an inquisitive squawk.
"He says you're too late. Just a matter of time before you understand him, too."
Assan nodded, fluffing his wings happily, before resting his head back on Lucanis' lap.