a bit of audio/action.

[contaeoro]

[audio]
[There is not a lot to the audio from Maiza today. Nobody is talking, but there is definitely something there, and that something is definitely attacking the journal. It hits it, sharply, then shoves it across -- judging from the sound of leaves and dirt dislodged by the moving journal -- the forest floor. It's followed by the rustle of wings close by the book, and some more scratching as the journal moves again.

The wings make noise again, although this time it sounds like it's flying. Clumsily so, one might note. The entry ends with the sound of wind blowing past and a loud thud as the journal hits the forest floor. Whatever bird was carrying Maiza's journal, it couldn't keep its grip.]

[action later on #1; the fountain]
[A couple hours after the entry, there is a brown owl sitting on the fountain in the village. He looks exhausted as he slumps on the journal he's got with him and hoots miserably at whoever passes by. Sometimes he spreads out his wings and rustles it to try to get attention, especially at people who Maiza Avaro may recognize. He's hungry. He's tired. Please help.]

[action #2; community house 7, floor 5 room 23]
[It's later in the afternoon, closer to evening, when an owl smacks into the window. It might have looked like it was trying to headbutt its way through the glass, but it's hard to tell. It disappears for a minute and returns to the window again, flying a little less steadily and now with a journal clasped in its talons. It stays at the window hoping someone will open it.]

Comments

[contaeoro]

[That makes more sense. The design... is interesting but it suits Layton too, so Maiza decides to sit on the broom.]

[reminded]

[It had occurred to him that Maiza might need a dedicated perch back at the flat. And what's more long, perchable, and readily available than a broomstick? He'll have to see if he can throw something together once they get back.

But for now, meat. He stops and surveys the selection.]

Is there anything that makes you feel particularly peckish? [Chicken? Beef? He begins to name the available meats, pausing after each to give Maiza time to nod or hoot an affirmative.]

[contaeoro]

[He recognizes the words and perks up at every one of them, but he's not too sure if he's just hungry or the owl body finds any of these meats appetizing. Finally he just hoots and hoots at some sort of fish.]

[reminded]

[Then some sort of fish it is. Layton leans the broom against the meat display case so that he can bag a couple.]

[contaeoro]

[Oh no he was on the broom D8!!

The broom clatters. Maiza tumbles.]

[reminded]

[Worst bird!! As Layton realizes his mistake, he makes a fumble to catch Maiza, knowing as he does so that it's probably too late.]

[contaeoro]

[The broom is on the ground and so is the bird, who looks dumbfounded and grounded for the second time today as he struggles back on his feet.

You're gonna kill him Layton why.]

[reminded]

...

[He stares at this sad, traumatized owl and is sorry from the depths of his genteel heart. But he can't exactly pick Maiza up and comfort him the way he might a pet, so all he can do is kneel and hover.]

I'm so sorry, Maiza. Are you all in one piece?

[contaeoro]

[He's in one piece. He's pretty sure he is, and he can feel his feet and head and wings move so he's pretty sure he's not broken anywhere.

He just hoots and picks himself up.]

[reminded]

[If his father were around, he might say something like, "Son, I am disappoint," and Layton would reply, "Father, I am understand."]

It seems my shoulder really is the best roost for your safety. Shall we give it one more try?

[contaeoro]

[He isn't adverse to trying! Maiza's talons click against the floor as he makes his way over to Layton and waits. Should he jump up there or will you pick him up?]

[reminded]

[It is very tempting to just pick Maiza up like he's a stuffed toy, but he offers his arm once more so that Maiza can hop on and transfer to his shoulder.]

[contaeoro]

[Don't you dare, professor. The owl eyes you warily, but he will hop on to your arm and make his way up to your shoulder, sitting there.

The talons might be there to securely hold on to the fabric of Layton's shirt now, though.]

[reminded]

[Ow. Ow ow. He probably deserves it, though.

And so he resumes his grocerying. Trying not to move his mounted shoulder too much, he rips off a couple plastic bags and pinches them open, then bags the fish one at a time. Mission accomplished, he grabs fish and broom and makes ready to head back to the flat.]

[contaeoro]

[Maiza is pleased, and very happy not to have been thrown to the ground again! No longer digging his talons into Layton's shoulder, he hoots again, pleasantly.]