Fletchling huffs, takes flight, and lands on Grace’s shoulder, shaking his feathers at Amelie. For her part, Amelie sticks her tongue out at the bird.
Grace shakes her head, chuckling quietly to herself, before a massive racket resounds from the front yard. It sounds like rocks hitting steel, and both Grace and Amelie perk up at the sound, staring at the front door expectantly as it swings open, revealing a middle aged man wearing a nice suit.
“I have return-“
The rest of his sentence is cut off as Amelie slams into him, going for a full-blown tackle hug.
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Date: 2018-06-09 11:44 pm (UTC)Grace shakes her head, chuckling quietly to herself, before a massive racket resounds from the front yard. It sounds like rocks hitting steel, and both Grace and Amelie perk up at the sound, staring at the front door expectantly as it swings open, revealing a middle aged man wearing a nice suit.
“I have return-“
The rest of his sentence is cut off as Amelie slams into him, going for a full-blown tackle hug.
“PAPA!”