“Why of all times…” he muttered in his breath as he remains stoic. “What should I do?” he internally inquired about his dilemma.
He’s not going to release any answer from any second from now, and he’s getting agitated about the things at hand. He doesn’t know where to get answer from his question from the fact that he just said that he doesn’t know that creature.
His heart is beating wild in his chest and in that moment, he can literally hear his heart like a drum in him. Until all of a sudden, a child approaches them, “Mister, can you give me my owl?” the child with red like fire hair and eyes reaches his hands up towards the bird on Dews’ arms.
The right hand of the king bestowed the kid a small smile and asked, “Is this little bird yours?” kneeling to meet his eyes level.
“Yes,
