[ she can probably see the way his gaze fixates unerringly on the feathers in her hair, the subtle cock of his head that's as much in inquiry as it is curiosity. he's not entirely caught up with the trends of what is considered "hip" and "cool" among the humans, but he imagines that feathers in one's hair might be something that could catch on.
it's only as she moves to grip the remaining coil that he stands, unfolding one long leg and then the other, and moving to stand a respectable distance away. he's close enough that she could ask for his help if she needed, but mostly he's there to observe. ]
This... lifting heavy things with no effort, or any strain. You are remarkably powerful, for a human. [ if she even is one. he has his suspicions. ]
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it's only as she moves to grip the remaining coil that he stands, unfolding one long leg and then the other, and moving to stand a respectable distance away. he's close enough that she could ask for his help if she needed, but mostly he's there to observe. ]
This... lifting heavy things with no effort, or any strain. You are remarkably powerful, for a human. [ if she even is one. he has his suspicions. ]