This would probably be funny normally. With the extra noise and confusion Tallisibeth is too anxious to want to laugh. Thranta, sanguine, transfers the fur to one of her grippy parakeet feet and takes off again.
Are you sure the cats won't try escaping, Lambert? Are you sure? There's probably an airlock system in place at all the doors in and out of the cafe just to prevent that.
The cold February wind comes in through the open window. Not sure what to do with her hands Tallisibeth waves them and advances as her familiar's flight starts curving towards her, and sets off the go home! spell.
Thranta hovers for a second and makes an eardrum-lancing shriek that sounds like twooo-KEEEE! before bolting out the opening, leaving the echoes of that scream. Cockatiels have a limited ability to mimic human speech and that there was the result of Tallisibeth's patient attempts to get her to respond with "okay" to commands. It works better when she's not this excited.
Tallisibeth hesitates, but this operation is clearly past salvaging. The cafe resembles a hoarding situation with anxious cats meowing and yowling, pacing or hiding or suddenly very intent on the open window. Even aside from the human element she's not going to be able to collect fur from such worked up animals. Time to go. She heads for the door, mumbling something about that looked like a tropical animal.
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Are you sure the cats won't try escaping, Lambert? Are you sure? There's probably an airlock system in place at all the doors in and out of the cafe just to prevent that.
The cold February wind comes in through the open window. Not sure what to do with her hands Tallisibeth waves them and advances as her familiar's flight starts curving towards her, and sets off the go home! spell.
Thranta hovers for a second and makes an eardrum-lancing shriek that sounds like twooo-KEEEE! before bolting out the opening, leaving the echoes of that scream. Cockatiels have a limited ability to mimic human speech and that there was the result of Tallisibeth's patient attempts to get her to respond with "okay" to commands. It works better when she's not this excited.
Tallisibeth hesitates, but this operation is clearly past salvaging. The cafe resembles a hoarding situation with anxious cats meowing and yowling, pacing or hiding or suddenly very intent on the open window. Even aside from the human element she's not going to be able to collect fur from such worked up animals. Time to go. She heads for the door, mumbling something about that looked like a tropical animal.