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Aelin had gone off somewhere, leaving Hawke utterly alone save for the chick perched on his back. It was... a strange experience, to say the least, so for quite some time the boy merely stood still, watching where his twin had run off, head tilted, puzzled, his confusion echoing to his babe. For a good, long time they stood, watching, waiting, seeing if she was going to return. She didn't, and finally tired of waiting Hawke turned, looking around his surroundings with bright, curious eyes. What was he to do, how would he spend this day? The little princeling didn't have an answer, so he merely decided today he was going to explore.
The owlet loved this idea, and quickly rolled off his back and onto the soft sand, hopping/scuttling off as fast as his stubby legs could take him. Clearly the chick wanted to go somewhere, so the gangly colt followed, both moving clumsily against the sand, and Hawke began to laugh as slowly but surely the pair were stumbling and rolling down the dunes. The chick quickly caught on, and thus began a game of chase-the-bird, the little prince trotting after his bonded, never actually catching the chick despite being perfectly capable of it.
When the little babe would tire of being chased, the grey fluffball whirled on Hawke, beak spread and a whistle tearing from it, downy wings raised high. The boy whirled on his hooves and took off, letting the owlet chase him, a carefree, happy grin on his face.
The little prince, for all his oddities, was being a perfectly normal child.
It was actually, during this little stint, that something tangled around his dark forelegs, sending him hurtling to the ground with a cry. The owlet shrieked in fear, play forgotten as he moved towards Hawke as fast as he could, useless wings ineffectively slapping the air. His worries were for naught, as Hawke spat out the sand that had rushed into his nose and mouth, perfectly fine if a little confused as to what had caused his graceless fall.
The chick found the culprit first, and with a cackling hiss of fury he set upon it with his soft beak and claws, trying to tear(in vain) at the brown leather tangled around Hawke's forehooves. The boy blinked at this, nudging the chick aside to peer at the strange object in curiosity, following the trail of leather to something fluffy half-buried in the sand. The chick and colt both looked to each other, the same curiosity alight in their eyes before Hawke began setting to untangling himself, the owlet moving to dig out whatever fluffy thing was buried.
Eventually Hawke succeeded, and picked up the leather straps in his mouth and began to tug, hind hooves digging into the sand as he pulled, pulled until his jaw began to ache. At that point he let the leather drop, a sharp frown on his face as he pawed at the sand. The owlet too was at a loss on what to do, both youths watching the thing as if expecting it to just pull itself out of the ground.
OOC: Figured the bag would be full of sand so x'D
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