(Sometimes, if you're a really hot girl, you can easily win people over. Or harpies. Whichever.
Point being is Lucretia watches Lup dig around for her phone with exasperated amusement, hunching her shoulder automatically when Lup pulls her resolutely close for a photo. She's so fragile. Lucretia always forgets how breakable humans are until they start throwing their limbs about the place. She politely extends a wing so that most of the background of the photo is obscured by feathers.)
I'm not sure I know how to do that, (she says, and simply smiles instead; it's tinged with embarrassment. She isn't used to having her photo taken when she gets to control what she looks like! Usually the shots are candid.)
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Point being is Lucretia watches Lup dig around for her phone with exasperated amusement, hunching her shoulder automatically when Lup pulls her resolutely close for a photo. She's so fragile. Lucretia always forgets how breakable humans are until they start throwing their limbs about the place. She politely extends a wing so that most of the background of the photo is obscured by feathers.)
I'm not sure I know how to do that, (she says, and simply smiles instead; it's tinged with embarrassment. She isn't used to having her photo taken when she gets to control what she looks like! Usually the shots are candid.)