[He loved storms as a child. Before he knew what they could do to someone. The crash of thunder, the bright noonday flashes of light. It always seemed so... intense. It was one of the things that made him love the sky. That drew him to the stars. Flight wasn't in his blood but it was surely in his soul.
He stands up, dusts his hand against his thigh. At the newest animal arrival he outright chuckles. A quiet sound.]
If I'd known you were a Disney princess I'd've worked on my curtsy.
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[He loved storms as a child. Before he knew what they could do to someone. The crash of thunder, the bright noonday flashes of light. It always seemed so... intense. It was one of the things that made him love the sky. That drew him to the stars. Flight wasn't in his blood but it was surely in his soul.
He stands up, dusts his hand against his thigh. At the newest animal arrival he outright chuckles. A quiet sound.]
If I'd known you were a Disney princess I'd've worked on my curtsy.