#utar

@~The odds~@

The odds of anything ever happening in the known universe are never zero. A butterfly's wingbeat leading to a hurricane is still on the table, however unlikely it may be. Hypothetically, the bigger the swarm of butterflies you have, the more likely your odds are to stir such a phenomenon, but no one's ever really put the theory to test.

But the odds of it happening will never really be zero just the same.

This is especially true for Utar. The chances of the most likelihood scenarios simply increase, for better or for worse. You still won't get a nutjob trying to make hurricanes out of butterflies, unless that nutjob happens to be his brother.

The odds of anything happening outside of the known universe however, is another matter entirely, and something he would still have no control over, regardless.

But the odds still aren't entirely zero, now are they?

So when he was walking down the street of his patron city, how likely would it be that a young woman in another universe just so happened to be pulling bread out of the oven at that moment?

Wanting to deliver it fresh to her father, the young woman would have shuffled some things around in her tiny apartment in the city, and made space for a magic circle while the bread was baking.

And because of this, what are the odds she just so happened to get the spell wrong?

Well…. it's never going to be zero.

Which is why Utar wasn't quite prepared for the flash of light coming from a nearby street, nor for there to suddenly be an owlfolk, looking absolutely dazed. The likelihood that she just so happened to teleport in under where people were lifting a piano was definitely the most plausible thing in this scenario.

"Whoa! Whatchit girly!" one of the movers on the sidewalk with her started barking.

"Aah! S-sorry! I-! Wait- where-?" she took several steps back, trying to get out of the way, but her talons snagged on the leftover rope they were using.

"Hey watch it!" another snapped, trying to push her out of the tangled mess.

"Sorry!" she shrieked, her wings flapping as she tried to pull her feet free of the ropes. "Lemme just-!"

"Buster! What'ya doin!" a third cried, his support for pulling the piano now almost lost as he was distracted by the owlfolk.

"Shit shit shit!" the god suddenly sprang into action, darting down the street to help pull the girl free.

He pulled on her, her tangled feet pulled on the rope. The second guy lost his grip, the third guy pulled back even harder, and the first suddenly ran to help the third, stopping the piano before it got away from them too quickly.

Suddenly colliding with the god and having someone rip the rope off of her feet however, made the owl lose her grip on her basket and staff. Utar stepped on the staff by mistake, stumbling backwards further and causing both to crash hard against the sidewalk.

All within an instance he felt something heavy fall on top of him and something soft press against his lips. He blinked and looked up, only to be met with wide shocked pair of emerald green eyes staring back into his.

"Ah-!" she gasped and instinctively pulled back.

"Er-! S-sorry!" he quickly apologized, moving to sit up as well. "I-I'm sorry- I just- I saw what was happening and I.."

He looked around behind him, found his hat, found her stuff wasn't broken. That was good at least. He picked up his hat and looked back to find her simply staring, eyes wide and red in the face. Which was.. admittedly kind of a first. Normally most people would immediately try to distance themselves from his known bad luck.

"Do- are you hurt? Do you need help?"

The owl simply stared, before reality clicked with her again and she sat up more. "Uh-!?? Ah- y-y-yes?" her wings wrapped around her body. She looked a little timid but.. sweet.

Utar smiled back, got up and dusted himself off, placing his hat back on. "W-well here. Lemme help." he reached down and offered her a hand.