[The bow is very much appreciated. Ho-oh takes a second to preen, seemingly pleased for a moment, and then another roar sounds out across the region. Ho-oh shoots the mountains a withering look, and then gestures with a wing and a jerk of its head in their general direction.]
Hoooooh.
[And then the wing gestures to the silver feather in Sion's grasp.]
Ooooh!
[What follows is something that can only be described as the airing of grievance. With each gesture of its wing, Ho-oh stirs up gusts and dust as it trills and calls. The general feeling coming off of this? It's one of a very exasperated parent, almost, one that's in over their head and simply wants help. From the dirty looks Ho-oh keeps giving the feather, it could be implied that Lugia is the main source of its ire, but exactly why that is, Ho-oh bristles and clicks its beak, almost like it's embarrassed.]
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Hoooooh.
[And then the wing gestures to the silver feather in Sion's grasp.]
Ooooh!
[What follows is something that can only be described as the airing of grievance. With each gesture of its wing, Ho-oh stirs up gusts and dust as it trills and calls. The general feeling coming off of this? It's one of a very exasperated parent, almost, one that's in over their head and simply wants help. From the dirty looks Ho-oh keeps giving the feather, it could be implied that Lugia is the main source of its ire, but exactly why that is, Ho-oh bristles and clicks its beak, almost like it's embarrassed.]