TawnyAngel
Vosin winced in sympathy as Kleos told of how she lost her flits. "I'm so sorry! I can't think what I'd do if I lost Vintage. At least you have the hope Moss is still out there." She watched the other woman. Sorry just didn't seem like enough when the loss was for something so important to so many people. Vos made a private note to herself that if she came across a clutch she'd secure an egg for Kleos.
"He was a true friend," the woman murmured softly. How many flits would give their lives? She laughed softly as Kleos changed the subject back to Vintage. "Well not feeding time specifically. He's just trying to be lazy and get someone to feed him. Usually he hunts for his own food." She looked at her leatherwork. "This is probably good as its going to get in a single go. Guess I'll pack up and get him fed."
Vintage tilted his head as he watched the other woman while she petted him. Thankfully she heard his pleas. He gave a happy croon as he saw his person putting her stuff away.
