[After whapping into him Kunti lands on the table, pants to get some breath back, and produces a series of chirps and keks and wiggling her wings like a begging fledgling by way of protesting that she had not meant to do that and is completely harmless. She's very convincing; persuasion is how an undersized bird without a flock has survived for all her life.
The effort may have been wasted here. Oh well, Kunti's not going to reject help freely offered. She tilts her plumed head and makes a sweet liquid noise, then starts leading him across the library, perching on chair backs and shelves to wait. It's not that far.
Kuvira's claimed a bench with an end table besides it, where she sits with the unease of someone who hasn't finished renegotiating her relationship with furniture. She is not used to sitting and having her knees slant up rather than down. And she's had to replace her wardrobe in a hurry with something cheap and not well fitting, lumpy here and there with the metal underneath. Her hair is the same, and in the same long braid, but seems shorter than it was. As Kunti lands on her shoulder with a triumphant flourish, she blinks and closes the current volume on her finger.]
It's not another- ah. Hello, Major. [Of course she stands up, not having lost the reflex to come to attention. Up, and up. She blinks again, but doesn't change her expression.]
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The effort may have been wasted here. Oh well, Kunti's not going to reject help freely offered. She tilts her plumed head and makes a sweet liquid noise, then starts leading him across the library, perching on chair backs and shelves to wait. It's not that far.
Kuvira's claimed a bench with an end table besides it, where she sits with the unease of someone who hasn't finished renegotiating her relationship with furniture. She is not used to sitting and having her knees slant up rather than down. And she's had to replace her wardrobe in a hurry with something cheap and not well fitting, lumpy here and there with the metal underneath. Her hair is the same, and in the same long braid, but seems shorter than it was. As Kunti lands on her shoulder with a triumphant flourish, she blinks and closes the current volume on her finger.]
It's not another- ah. Hello, Major. [Of course she stands up, not having lost the reflex to come to attention. Up, and up. She blinks again, but doesn't change her expression.]