[ At least the butterflies are still under Ange's control, thankfully. If he looks uncomfortable even for a moment when one flies slightly too close to him, it'll move away instinctively, considering they know that Ange wouldn't want to make Fern feel that way.
Not that Ange is paying them much mind. She's instead staring at the Omen as it forms, eyes widening slightly when she realises just what form Fern's Omen takes on.
Oh. Oh. Now that's weird and cute enough to banish all paranoid thoughts from her mind, if not just for a moment. ]
That's your Omen?
[ She sounds surprised, but if Fern looks over at Ange, she's definitely smiling at the little attempt to wave. ]
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Not that Ange is paying them much mind. She's instead staring at the Omen as it forms, eyes widening slightly when she realises just what form Fern's Omen takes on.
Oh. Oh. Now that's weird and cute enough to banish all paranoid thoughts from her mind, if not just for a moment. ]
That's your Omen?
[ She sounds surprised, but if Fern looks over at Ange, she's definitely smiling at the little attempt to wave. ]