The Aurona, at first, did not relish the idea of being picked up and handled. She squeaked again, flailing a little, but the truth was, despite her energy, her strength was no match for a trained retired war assassin. She, too, eventually resigned herself to her fate. She still squeaked unhappily, but less so. She still wanted food, and she could still smell the food.
Meanwhile, Caprice had been busy and distracted with her own penguin, amused at the little one's movements and invitation to try and hold the little curly feather once again. "Hey, come back," she said as she giggled, twirling her finger around it again.
As she heard Rithika speak, however, she looked up for a minute, to see her friend being distracted by her own penguin. As she watched the scene, an image came to mind, and she laughed quietly. "It's funny, isn't it?" she asked Rithika, with a knowing tone to her voice.
Meanwhile, Caprice had been busy and distracted with her own penguin, amused at the little one's movements and invitation to try and hold the little curly feather once again. "Hey, come back," she said as she giggled, twirling her finger around it again.
As she heard Rithika speak, however, she looked up for a minute, to see her friend being distracted by her own penguin. As she watched the scene, an image came to mind, and she laughed quietly. "It's funny, isn't it?" she asked Rithika, with a knowing tone to her voice.