Pixie’s lovely Boop had passed a few months ago and she had been trying to avoid getting a new owl for reasons, but she had finally accepted that she really did need an owl because dragons couldn’t deliver mail for her. Nor could mokes for that matter, but not for lack of trying on that one. The naughty lizards seemed to just eat her letters rather than accept being trained into taking them to her friends. Though, admittedly she was pretty sure some of her friends would send her displeased messages if they woke up to a large lizard with mail on their face. She was eccentric, but should probably venture to not be that eccentric. Speaking of mokes, she actually had one curled up in her hood while she walked into the Menagerie because why not. He wanted to come with, so he was going to come with. Once she was in the shop, he poked his head out and she reached up to give him a quick boop on the snoot which got her a lick, but at least he didn’t try eating her hands now when she did that. Progress was being made.
Anyway, she wandered over to the owl section and sighed before looking at the shop employee she could see. ”I haven’t bought an owl in years, what sort of owl do you recommend?” she asked him curiously. He looked young, probably fresh out of school still, so maybe he knew what sort of owls were popular these days because she sure as hell didn’t. Dragons had always been her priority over other creatures, but she was partial to all reptiles. That being said, owls were not reptiles so outside her own owl that she’d had for years she didn’t research them a whole lot.
Post by EVERETT PRYCE GRIER on Jan 24, 2018 10:15:17 GMT -6
In all honesty, Everett had never seen himself working with animals when he'd been young. He'd grown up wanting to do something heroic like a firefighter or a policeman. At least they'd been heroic to him when he'd been about five. But then he'd developed his magic and those dreams went out the window alongside his normal life. He wouldn't have made it in either of those fields anyway. He was too much of a walking disaster. He was honestly surprised that his boss hadn't fired him after the third display he'd knocked over the week he'd started. But he was still there and that was the important part. And the fact that he hadn't knocked anything over in a good two weeks now. It was progress.
However, he jumped slightly when he heard a voice, having not registered that anyone had walked in the shop. This caused the container of crup food in his hand to be jerked slightly and the hand hit a stack of food bowls next to him, sending both food and bowls to the ground. "Shit," he said under his breath, having learned to not swear loud enough for customers to hear him after the first time he was reprimanded for it. "Sorry, what did you need?"
The boy jumped, and she giggled a bit as things started falling to the floor as apparently, she had startled him. Had he not heard her come in? Oh well, that was his problem she supposed. Shouldn’t associates be paying attention to customers anyway? She was helping him do part of his job right? Anyway, he asked what she needed and she smiled. ”An owl,” she said with a shrug. ”I haven’t bought one in forever, so I’m not sure what the recommended sort of owl is these days,” she said idly. Surely, they had a recommended type of owl right? Perhaps that wasn’t a thing, but by now there should be enough studies on owls for there to be list-able pros and cons to each.
She reached up and petted the moke with his head on resting on her shoulder. He seemed to be quite the content lizard just casually sitting in her hood. What would she name her new owl? She had no ideas at the moment, and admittedly she didn’t have the best track record with names. It was probably a family trait, she and her sisters did all have moderately unusual names after all.