[Oh. Oh. Merlin can't help but peer down eagerly, his nose a scant few inches away from that glow of pink light. It's tiny! Impressively pure, too, and he supposes that's a reflection of its creator's character.
Being this delighted with magecraft is a rare occurrence these days, and he'll savor every moment of it. So, sorry, Watanuki - instead of answering outright, Merlin goes straight to cooing at the tiny bird.]
Why hello there, little one. Aren't you the cutest thing?
[If he sounds like he's talking to a baby, well. Once upon a time, he may or may not have said the same words to a month-old Arturia when the time came to whisk her away. Uther could never understand his court mage's delight at taking in his daughter, caught up as he was in having a male heir.]
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Being this delighted with magecraft is a rare occurrence these days, and he'll savor every moment of it. So, sorry, Watanuki - instead of answering outright, Merlin goes straight to cooing at the tiny bird.]
Why hello there, little one. Aren't you the cutest thing?
[If he sounds like he's talking to a baby, well. Once upon a time, he may or may not have said the same words to a month-old Arturia when the time came to whisk her away. Uther could never understand his court mage's delight at taking in his daughter, caught up as he was in having a male heir.]