Thrice cursed bleeding heart

He would find Vail resting beneath the shade of a wide sweeping tree when he strolled up, looking relaxed and at ease like everything in the world was normal. Like seeing her wasn't an unexpected surprise, and like it was an every day occurrence to have a floofy little owlet snuggled between his ears, bobbing up and down gently with the movement of his body.

He stopped right before the blind girl, wondering if she was yet familiar with the tread of his paws. “Little Damsel” he said pleasantly, using his favorite nickname for the head strong and prickly little creature. “I was wondering where I would find you” the little hang on between his ears peeped curiously, hoping forward and with a little startled cry slid down his forehead and landed on his nose. Taking this as the perfect opportunity, Solor leaned forward until his head was even to Vail's shoulder blade, and gently tipped his nose down, so the bird slid gently onto her back. “You seem like the sort to like pretty little forest critters. This one is a snowy little screech Owlet. You can eat it. Or keep it. I'm really not fussed” he promised her.