[ The feed clicks on, centered on metal circling a thin wrist. One might follow the handcuff's link as it disappears beneath the feathers of an
owl perched on the boy's arm.
Yes.
He is handcuffed to an owl.
Yet, smiling! Are his eyes a little cold...? No, of course not. A chuckle. ]I've heard about this one. But, this is a little unfair. Aren't
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[ Turning to the owl, scratching at the top of his head, cooing. ]
Aren't you, Prince? Aren't you smart?
[ The owl's expression remains unchanged. However, that it hasn't attempted to gouge chunks out of his arm or face might say enough. ]
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