"oh, i would actually - if it's not too much trouble!" was she so predictable, or did corey simply know her so well? eilonwy gathered a bit of both in that regard, letting her hands rest upon the table where she sat, finding no difficulty in talking despite the new distance between them. the fae hummed in response at being asked if she remembered the sea serpent - she did, after all, it had caused quite the stir. she had some of its scales fashioned into earrings after it scraped some off after breaking the tank, a memento to remember it by. hearing its fate made her frown, looking over at her friend immediately. "that's so disappointing," bullshit, was what she had wanted to say. eilonwy knew the best place for the creature was wide open sea, or deep large lakes or lochs - not the clinics basement. it had taken weeks to organize a release programme that had clearly fallen through. "is he okay? i'll go talk to him tomorrow, and get right back on trying to find another home for him. i do wonder if i could contact the local pod of sirens, see if they don't have friends further afield who could assist us..."
“Yes, really disappointing…” Corey sighed, not nearly as aggravated as Eilonwy was. She was out there, in the nature, as connected and wild as it was, while Corey very often had to deal with the human, urban side of things. If he lost his patience often, he reckoned he wouldn’t be able to do much. Hands could get tied in any circumstances, it was only a matter of how gracefully you deal with it that would enable more good than harm being done in the long run for those both Eilonwy and Corey were fighting for, each in their own way.
“He is as alright as he can be. Not happy about all the moving around and travel. And that would be a great idea if not for the awkwardness of sea serpents being a natural enemy to most sirens. I reckon they’d rather not be caught anywhere near one in the open waters. But maybe there are some kind-hearted people out there who might be able to point us in the right direction. It can’t hurt.” He smiled gratefully at Eilowny knowing that she would go about things her way in any case and he wasn’t about to stop her. After all, this was exactly what he admired about her.
That was when a distinct flap of considerably large wings distracted him and Corey looked up, knowingly putting a hand over the plates of jam-covered bread he’d just made because in the next moment Bob, the ravenly rascal, made a flashy appearance, flying over in a ruffle of glossy black feathers. “Making food? Without me? Betrayal of the highest order!” To others, this would sound like nothing but raven cawing but both Eilonwy and Corey would be able to understand it as easily as they would a person. “Now, now, Bob. Behave yourself. We have a guest. And she can hear you.” Corey warned his feathered friend as he patiently allowed him to perch onto his shoulder, tolerating his large wingspan hitting him on the back of his head.
“Oh really?” Bob responded, unbothered, with an eerily human-like doubt in his crooning tone. “Hey! Guest! There’s a twig in your hair!” He cawed at Eilonwy, purely to test her, as if doubting what Corey had just warned him about.




















