greyscaledranch:

A couple of minutes had passed before Skye had returned, opening the small no-access gate on the desk for Rebecca.

“Awright, miss. Pigeon is oot lookin’. Come we me ‘n Chu ‘n you cin idenity if da Altaria is yours.” As Skye spoke his companion’s name, he had hopped onto his shoulder.

Rebecca had her headphones off by then, not hearing the other until she felt the steps in the floor. She put her headphones back on and gave the other a smile.

“Got’cha. Thank you so much.”