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Gray ([personal profile] gravings) wrote in [personal profile] damnpire 2023-12-16 05:51 am (UTC)

They lay eggs every one or two days.

[ A normal amount! More importantly, Gray catches the BLAST OF HORROR from D and raises her hands to assuage him. She can guess where his horror is coming from... ]

Um, we didn't cook any of our chickens for the meal. They're basically pets.

[ That said, D won't feel any reciprocal horror at the thought from Gray, even if she's fond of the Chickens Sometimes Known as Tristans. She did grow up in the remote countryside, where animal butchery was close and common. Sometimes she feels a little silly keeping chickens for pets, but being able to talk to them makes a girl a bit more sympathetic.

Speaking of which, she's happy to translate. She calls softly to the chickens, layering a bit of spellbook goodness into her voice. ]


Everyone, this is D... He'll be living with us from now on. He says hello, and he's very nice.

[ The chickens all look at her, then at D. Then they hop up and bob over to form a loose circle around him like they did Erebus, except this time they are looking at him curiously. ]

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