[3/3 RP] White as snow.

(( NUUUU you are good my dear Opal. take your time <333 there is no rush ))

"There are...so many pathfinders around here~~~" mused Fran aloud, his voice oddly sing-song as always. "I certainly hope you're one of the...better ones! Mufufu~" he looked towards Asher with a warm smile, though one of his brows was raised in a challenge. So far he hadn't received any complaints about this Apprentice's Pathfinding skills, so he assumed that Asher probably did have a clue about what he was doing. That was good news, he supposed.

"As with Bird Keepers and Mailroom Tenders. We received sooooo many job applications for that post, mufufu~" He looked towards the Bird Prince-in-a-straightjacket as he said this, cocking his head curiously at him. "But once they actually got down to the job, many of them quit within the first week. Hehe~ turns out those birds aren't exactly the easiest to tame. Like. Duhhh~~~" He let out a gail laugh as he recalled having to sort out through dozens of complaint letters about dem birds. What else did they expect, after all? Birds had never liked working with Apprentices. Silly billies. "So you, my friend, are quite the exception~~" He gently ruffled Owen's hair as he smiled fondly at him, somewhat proud that the Apprentice had chosen to stick to this job despite its apparent difficulty. He probably did have a special affinity with birds. This could prove to be very useful in the near future....

Asher beamed at Fran, oblivious to the implications that he might NOT be a good pathfinder. "Aw, shucks! I like t' think I do a pretty good job! Haven't gotten anyone lost yet!" He observed Owen thoughtfully while he spoke. The boy certainly had some odd mannerisms and ways of speech, but Asher never judged a person based on first impressions. You get all sorts of riff raff trying to eke out a living doing menial labor like logging. That never meant they were bad people, but a lot of them had oddities and personality quirks that made it difficult for them to get jobs elsewhere. Asher was wary of a lot of them at first, but found that once you get past a person's outer shell, a lot of the times they were pretty decent people.

He was snapped from his thoughts as Owen pulled out his bandage covered hand, with a new red mark on his pinkie finger. "Oh! Ow! Yeah, as much as I like all kinds of critters, those crows can certainly be nasty, eh? 'Course, I can't exactly blame 'em fer how they act towards us!" He rummaged around in his pants pocket momentarily before pulling out his hand and handing Owen a Band-aid. One covered in pictures of teddy bears trying to make the wearer heal faster. "Fer your finger. I always carry a handful 'a Band-aids in my pocket, just in case of a slip up with the ol' Balisong!"

"Thank you," he said to both of them. The bird room thankfully had a stash of them lying around for smaller injuries like this, but due to his choice of clothes Owen could never carry any on his person. He watched and felt Fran attach the plaster to his finger. Owen was quite amused by the patterns on it and wanted to take a closer look, but Fran seemed to be all over his hand. He took a step towards Fran so he didn't have to strain himself stretching.

He was so nosey, this one. And he seemed to like it. "A kiss to make me feel better, or a kiss to make you feel better?" he looked into Fran's eyes, a little unamused. It had been years with this one around, but Owen never quite appreciated his humour to the fullest capacity. He looked back down at his colourful hand. "Some are birds. Some are pen. Some are other things."