A Friendly Fowl? pv Aurelia Notrésvac END

Ever since she gained her form, Aurelia decided that she could not live without the convenience of flight and anonymity as an animal. In fact, she spent most part of the day as an owl than in her old human self. It was strangely comforting, perhaps she had ultimately found a sense of peace through her animagi transition. Today was no exception, it would seem that perching in the owlery among the other true owls had become her past time. After dinner at the great hall, she would take to the owlery.

It was great company. There was sort of a hierarchy she noticed. With her large size as a Eurasian eagle-owl among the flock, they quite respected her boundaries and she could even say, were intimidated by her, given how the room silenced the moment she landed. It was nice, aside from the occasional male owl who shot his advances by screeching a deafening mating call into her ear.

Aurelia was perched on one of the coops when she heard the distinct pattering of footsteps up the stairwell, they were soft and nimble that would give her the assumption of gender. But that did not prepare her for the sight that came through the door. Snow white hair, the fairest of skins and the eyes of blue lulling waves. It was entirely entrancing, the effervescent of feelings it evoked within her was wholly pleasant. The serenity, the awe, all of it. The dusty old walls and the noisy owls around her faded as her focus fixated completely on this girl as she sat with quill in hand drafting a letter. Her mind was utterly placid.

This feeling... it was all too familiar but one she hadn't felt in a while. It was the exact replica of sentiment she had with a certain red-head veela girl, Lydia. Rare their kind came but when they did, she jumped at the chance to lavish in their magical entrancement. Beautiful would be an understatement. Now, her thoughts were hijacked by that of this girl, and to be honest, she didn't mind at all. All she knew is that she wanted to be closer.

Evidently spooking the girl as she flew down, she would let out a soft coo in greeting. She ravished the feeling, how her thoughts slowed and her mind partially subdued by the entrancement of this beauty. And she really didn't want it to end anytime soon. This situation was perfect. Especially with a form such as an owl who this girl seemed to be fond of. "Whoo?" A sound of an owl, similar to a question.

She was still in awe at the sight. A great big owl has landed in the glassless window in front of her. It was a stunning creature. This is why she loves being in the owlery. Being surrounded by owls, it's like she’s being reunited with her own kin. Birds have always been a weakness of hers.

The sheer magnificence of the owl that perched in the window does distract her from her conflicted mind at the moment. It was staring at her contently without movement. -That stare, with its big yellow eyes, made her want to move closer, and closer. But she didn’t want to spook the creature. But the bird coos softly in her direction, making her cold heart thaw. Pea put up her arm in parallel to the owl, still hasn’t touched it. Then her hands move closer to its feathers as she tried to stroke it, wishing it would not flinch at her human touch.

“Would you let me touch you Mr. owl?” She asks softly as she almost lands her hand on the side of its feathers. The owl gladly accepts her touch as it leans its head slightly towards her hand. The feather was very soft and warm against her hand. Petting the owl has definitely enhanced her very very foul mood.

She put her left elbow on the flat surface as she also put her chin on her palm, moving into a more relaxed position. While she is still stroking the gentle bird in front of her, she sighed. “Would you like to listen to my story?” She asks the owl who seemed unmoving and quite fixated on her.

“But first- let me think of another nickname for you…” She paused, trying to think of a fitting name for this creature. She always named her animals related to something luxurious, maybe she could think of another one suited for this owl.

“What about Dauphine?” She blurts, it was the name of an expensive bag that she own back home by another luxurious brand she quite like. But she likes to have another option for the bird to pick.

“… how about Noé?” another one inspired by her aunt's luxurious bag collection.

“Maybe Jacque?” This one is actually more inspired by a famous designer, she also loves.

Pea let the owl decide by which name the owl reacted to the most.

I'll pick the name Auri's react to the most! XD
Interacting : @Aurelia Notrésvac
slight godmod was granted by the player.

If any were to address her as 'Mr', an offence would be taken in most cases. This was an exception. Aurelia would let this veela call her by any titles of her choosing at any given time. For all she cared, - she didn't actually care much at all. Venturing closer to the girl's vicinity, this lulling trance like state was close to utter bliss, something she could not seem to get enough of, at the moment. The girl's feminine voice seemed to echo in a distance as she asked a question, hand extending from above.

Oh, that felt good. The girl's slender fingers brushed through the feathers on her head. A sound akin to a cat's purr made her little enjoyment of the head scratch known. Maybe, she should let Hadrian know she liked head scratches as an owl, she'd demand he'd do it sometime. She was relishing the moment when the girl spoke again. To bestow a name upon the owl and, to be honest, Aurelia didn't care if this pretty girl did give her a name. The only sound emitted was another 'Whoooo?'

Owls weren't supposed to comprehend speech. So play dumb she would, all she knew was that she wanted to be under this girl's charms.

It was just a regular owl, after all, it can't understand anything she was saying. Fine, She'll just have to pick the name she like best. But maybe, -maybe she likes Mr. Owl as a nickname. It's simple and straightforward is it not?

"You know what? I'm just going to call you Mr. Owl." She said to the bird. Mr. Owl starts to move closer to the girl as she keeps stroking its feather. This owl surely loves being stroked. Pea thought. Maybe its owner used to stroke it often.

"Sighs- I don't know what to do Mr. Owl. I have been losing my beauty sleep to some pitiful worry." She finally said aloud what have been bugging her for the past hours. It felt good to relieve some of her worries, even though it's to a random owl who doesn't even understand a word she is saying. "Look at my eyes! they are starting to darken! how hideous!" Pea continues with her rant while pointing to her slightly darkening eyelids.

"I think I have been worrying about my aunt. After my uncle died mysteriously, she's starting to be more passive. Like she's hiding something." She creases her eyebrow, which looks like she's thinking hard about the possible secret that her aunt is hiding. "That's so stupid- maybe I'm overthinking this." She relaxes her eyebrow while her hand which is originally stroking the bird now back to massaging her forehead, and the headache that she has been having suddenly return.

"Now I'm writing this letter to her, and I'm not sure how to even ask her." Pea continues, sounding genuine, which is very rare for anyone to hear. She guessed this is a safe place where she could be honest with herself. Basically in front of this unthinking, stupid bird. Gosh, she must have been going insane. But truth be told, she would never- NEVER- say anything about her life in front of other people. She would never show any weakness to anyone! So finally talking about her worries, has given her some relief.

"You wouldn't tell anyone about my problem would you, Mr. Owl?"

Interacting : @Aurelia Notrésvac
Mentioning :

ooc note : Mr. Owl @Aurelia Notrésvac listens to Pea’s stories in her lap and left.

Thread end.