“Welcome, Stranger. Take Your Time.”

Oh trust me, I can do more than that boob window.

“So Bob said […]” indicates that I am directly quoting Bob.

“Then Bob was like […]” indicates that I am paraphrasing Bob.

“And Bob was all […]” indicates that I am paraphrasing Bob, and additionally I am being a dick about it.

Whatever it is, it seems to be feathered and not particularly bothered with whatever may be happening below. There’s a blanket or two up there with it, arranged strategically into what one can only assume is a nest-like shape.

Portia was spending another day after her shift at the library, rummaging through storybooks that interested her and what not, until she looked up.

... A bird? In the library? What...?

Portia still wasn't clear on whether it was hostile or not, but surely it wasn't. Why else would it be blanketed?

Cautiously, Portia got up on a chair and beckoned it. Slightly stretching her arms up towards, she still doesn't know what it's size is.

Here, guy... Let's get you out. You're not allowed here.

“..Nadia said I could roost where I pleased.”

Sorrel’s voice comes quiet, almost embarrassed as she leans forward, un-styled hair falling around his face. Finally in the light cast by the mote-dappled sun that streams into the library, it definitely is Sorrel, just significantly larger and scalier.

Portia vaguely gestures at Sorrel's form.

... All this.

Can... Can I touch them? ... Please?

This was the first time Portia saw something like this, she didn't even know it was possible. She isn't about to pass off her one chance at feeling these big wings.

Gods, they’re huge like this, easily over seven feet tall, wings spread in all of their pearly green splendor.

Portia had forgotten she was still on that chair in the midst of this.

So... Can I?

“Just don’t pull any feathers.”

Whatever it is, it seems to be feathered and not particularly bothered with whatever may be happening below. There’s a blanket or two up there with it, arranged strategically into what one can only assume is a nest-like shape.

Portia was spending another day after her shift at the library, rummaging through storybooks that interested her and what not, until she looked up.

... A bird? In the library? What...?

Portia still wasn't clear on whether it was hostile or not, but surely it wasn't. Why else would it be blanketed?

Cautiously, Portia got up on a chair and beckoned it. Slightly stretching her arms up towards, she still doesn't know what it's size is.

Here, guy... Let's get you out. You're not allowed here.

“..Nadia said I could roost where I pleased.”

Sorrel’s voice comes quiet, almost embarrassed as she leans forward, un-styled hair falling around his face. Finally in the light cast by the mote-dappled sun that streams into the library, it definitely is Sorrel, just significantly larger and scalier.

Portia vaguely gestures at Sorrel's form.

... All this.

Can... Can I touch them? ... Please?

This was the first time Portia saw something like this, she didn't even know it was possible. She isn't about to pass off her one chance at feeling these big wings.

Gods, they’re huge like this, easily over seven feet tall, wings spread in all of their pearly green splendor.

Whatever it is, it seems to be feathered and not particularly bothered with whatever may be happening below. There’s a blanket or two up there with it, arranged strategically into what one can only assume is a nest-like shape.

Portia was spending another day after her shift at the library, rummaging through storybooks that interested her and what not, until she looked up.

... A bird? In the library? What...?

Portia still wasn't clear on whether it was hostile or not, but surely it wasn't. Why else would it be blanketed?

Cautiously, Portia got up on a chair and beckoned it. Slightly stretching her arms up towards, she still doesn't know what it's size is.

Here, guy... Let's get you out. You're not allowed here.

“..Nadia said I could roost where I pleased.”

Sorrel’s voice comes quiet, almost embarrassed as she leans forward, un-styled hair falling around his face. Finally in the light cast by the mote-dappled sun that streams into the library, it definitely is Sorrel, just significantly larger and scalier.

Portia vaguely gestures at Sorrel's form.

... All this.

Whatever it is, it seems to be feathered and not particularly bothered with whatever may be happening below. There’s a blanket or two up there with it, arranged strategically into what one can only assume is a nest-like shape.

Portia was spending another day after her shift at the library, rummaging through storybooks that interested her and what not, until she looked up.

... A bird? In the library? What...?

Portia still wasn't clear on whether it was hostile or not, but surely it wasn't. Why else would it be blanketed?

Cautiously, Portia got up on a chair and beckoned it. Slightly stretching her arms up towards, she still doesn't know what it's size is.

Here, guy... Let's get you out. You're not allowed here.

“..Nadia said I could roost where I pleased.”

Sorrel’s voice comes quiet, almost embarrassed as she leans forward, un-styled hair falling around his face. Finally in the light cast by the mote-dappled sun that streams into the library, it definitely is Sorrel, just significantly larger and scalier.