[ his chicken is the angel of night! it’s a beautiful name for a black chicken, dextera thinks, and it’s even better that guren has said it’s pretty.
he nods, glad to have the approval, and he finally, gently as before, takes the chicken to settle into his lap. it does feel better to have named her, no matter how often he will or won’t say her name.
she rests in the nook between his legs, and dextera leans back to give her room and offer guren a chance to pet her. ]
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he nods, glad to have the approval, and he finally, gently as before, takes the chicken to settle into his lap. it does feel better to have named her, no matter how often he will or won’t say her name.
she rests in the nook between his legs, and dextera leans back to give her room and offer guren a chance to pet her. ]