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All the while there had been an amused smirk plastered across her red maw, watching as how the boy's mind was ticking and grinding its gears in his own thinking process. He was interesting to her, with the way his quirky personality showed through his thinking. Before she knew it, he was already off sniffing around for the said items that Asha deemed would be able to help the baby barn owl. Keeping the little shivering frame in her grasp, she drew it in to where it was against her chest, and began rubbing through its feathers soothingly. Poor thing. Luckily though it was in good hands of both Asha and the boy, for they were going to help this little owl out. It was it's lucky day, and at that, Asha's amber gaze flickered in realization. "Lucky. That's what we'll call this owl." The boy might have thought of Asha to be slightly crazy for talking to herself about giving this owl such a name, but wasn't it suiting for it at this point?
Seeing as how Asha couldn't just let the boy look for materials himself, her eyes roved around the barn to see what was useful. There wasn't too much to work with it, it was either obsolete or too big for the owl entirely. But, the boy happened to find some materials that seemed to be pretty similar to what was said. It was alright if they weren't the exact things, but close enough would work enough, right? "That's fine, it'll be able to work alright if we can tie it firm enough." It was then Asha descended back down on her knees in a squat, nearly eye level with the boy. "Alright. You're going to have to take the straightest branch you got there. The fabic, we'll have to rip into small strips so that each end could be tied around Lucky's wing. If you could do that, i'll help hold out Lucky's wing so you can get the small branch positioned and then we can start tying on the fabic." It was best to leave Asha holding the owl's wing out, for the owl might get a little frustrated and possibly try to snap at the two, and Asha didn't want the owl causing any harm to the boy and making him even more frustrated than he already was.
Taking a deep breath, her fingers moved to the injured wing. Her movements were calculated, calm, and collected, and slowly she took hold of the wing's tip and began to stretch it out. Lucky was not complying whatsoever, and suddenly began flapping and cawing in her grasp. Asha's eyes widened. This was probably going to take some patience and effort. "We've got to be quick with this, or else Lucky here is going to be even more frustrated." Asha attempted to extend the wing once again, opening up as far and straight as it could go, but the owl was making such a riot in Asha's grasp that it was actually a little scary to be handling and trying to take care of such a thrashing bird, but it must be done.
All the while there had been an amused smirk plastered across her red maw, watching as how the boy's mind was ticking and grinding its gears in his own thinking process. He was interesting to her, with the way his quirky personality showed through his thinking. Before she knew it, he was already off sniffing around for the said items that Asha deemed would be able to help the baby barn owl. Keeping the little shivering frame in her grasp, she drew it in to where it was against her chest, and began rubbing through its feathers soothingly. Poor thing. Luckily though it was in good hands of both Asha and the boy, for they were going to help this little owl out. It was it's lucky day, and at that, Asha's amber gaze flickered in realization. "Lucky. That's what we'll call this owl." The boy might have thought of Asha to be slightly crazy for talking to herself about giving this owl such a name, but wasn't it suiting for it at this point?
Seeing as how Asha couldn't just let the boy look for materials himself, her eyes roved around the barn to see what was useful. There wasn't too much to work with it, it was either obsolete or too big for the owl entirely. But, the boy happened to find some materials that seemed to be pretty similar to what was said. It was alright if they weren't the exact things, but close enough would work enough, right? "That's fine, it'll be able to work alright if we can tie it firm enough." It was then Asha descended back down on her knees in a squat, nearly eye level with the boy. "Alright. You're going to have to take the straightest branch you got there. The fabic, we'll have to rip into small strips so that each end could be tied around Lucky's wing. If you could do that, i'll help hold out Lucky's wing so you can get the small branch positioned and then we can start tying on the fabic." It was best to leave Asha holding the owl's wing out, for the owl might get a little frustrated and possibly try to snap at the two, and Asha didn't want the owl causing any harm to the boy and making him even more frustrated than he already was.
Taking a deep breath, her fingers moved to the injured wing. Her movements were calculated, calm, and collected, and slowly she took hold of the wing's tip and began to stretch it out. Lucky was not complying whatsoever, and suddenly began flapping and cawing in her grasp. Asha's eyes widened. This was probably going to take some patience and effort. "We've got to be quick with this, or else Lucky here is going to be even more frustrated." Asha attempted to extend the wing once again, opening up as far and straight as it could go, but the owl was making such a riot in Asha's grasp that it was actually a little scary to be handling and trying to take care of such a thrashing bird, but it must be done.