[ 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 ( Read more... )