Honeyed Pasture bol, radha, bol

she was a wily one, this tytonidae. part of what had attracted him to her in the first place. and part of why, despite his alarm, he couldn't take her eyes off her now.

two others. but he was the only one that came back. damned if he did, damned if he didn't.

aditya started a bit at her laugh, scrunching his brow in confusion. what's funny? he asked. he didn't feel much like chuckling along. not at all. 

in fact, he think he might be sick. he tasted bile at the back of his throat and prayed to every god he knew that he didn't vomit up his latest meal at her paws.