Ciro had made his way over to the most local chicken pen in record time. Being embarrassed by his classic inability to speak right was all but forgotten as he was wholly captivated by the myriad of perky hens.Aella stared at him as he spoke, clinging to his every word. Her widened eyes finally pulled away from him and back to the grass when he started speaking to Ta, a grin forming on her face.
Special. She'd never been called special without it being filled with sarcasm and hate. But there was her second chance to really live up to his words. Sure, the entire three months was one big second chance, but his words made it clear. Made her realize it was her chance to be better. Even after they parted ways.
"It made perfect sense to me."
She got to her feet, looking down at Taquikkar and not bothering to stifle a laugh. She been around Ciro enough that she understood what he meant when he spoke in Spanish, even though some translations were choppy, but it was stil amusing nonetheless. "Yeah, animals..." She agreed, giving him a grin. Thank you didn't sound right. It wasn't good enough. She just had to hope that he understood how grateful she was. People didn't always, though. Understanding what someone meant without them actually saying it wasn't mankind's greatest skill. For her, she always listened to tone of voice and body language, but most weren't very tactful in that case, it seemed.
"They're so...pretty," he mused aloud, too entranced to turn and see if Aella had joined him yet. The only live chickens he'd ever glimpsed before were in ratty, discolored feather and stuffed into a sale crate. And so he supposed they all looked like that. But, no, these were clothed in brilliant shades of well-kept reds and golds and browns, and looking like they couldn't be more content than they were merrily scratching away at the dirt. "At least I think these are chickens. Maybe not."