( Though shy, there's some intrinsic trust in the other Omen, forged from Peter's trust in Falco. Perle is safe. She's downy-soft and comfortable, and the tight muscles of the snake relax, spirit opening itself up for her. )
Hello. We finally ssssspeak. Before, I could not. But thingsssss have changed...
( He can talk...! Even if it's a lot of creepy slippery hisses. )
I am me. That sounds right. I think there is a part of me that is very "me", or just "Falco", but I suppose we are two sides of the same earth. Like day and night? Not opposites, simply the same place in different times and shades. How do you feel, Susu? I would like to listen to your new voice.
( He's listening intently, lidless eyes held wide and focused. It makes sense.... day and night, but belonging to the same place. Shadows move and fall, daylight breaks — they are different, but connected as one.
Oh— "Susu"....? Did he just get a nickname....! )
I feel..... that we are a little sssstrange. My boy hassss many whissssperssss inssside. I think I belong to them all, though I do not know for ssssure.
( There are things he does know inherently, being what he is, but... putting a shape to them takes time. Like Peter's spirit, Susurrus is a confused mixture of hushed sounds, unidentifiable as true words even as they draw closer. But he wants to understand more, wants to grow, even if the concept is presented shyly. )
You are... outsssside a lot. Of your boy. Perhapssss I ssssshould come out more, too.
( There's another lengthy pause, the Omen giving it deep thought. He does like it, he knows he does, but he's still learning how to give those feelings the right shape. ...Maybe Peter isn't the only one learning how to communicate better. )
I did. It feelssssss.... like sssssomething sssspecial. Sssssomething that issss all my own.
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Hello. We finally ssssspeak. Before, I could not. But thingsssss have changed...
( He can talk...! Even if it's a lot of creepy slippery hisses. )
Are you well, little bird?
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I'm delighted now! Look at you, with a voice of your own. Isn't it nice, to feel more like yourself?
Rather. Would this be more "yourself" or has your boy grown?
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It issss. I think.... it issss both.
( Both himself and the growth of Peter. He's quiet for a moment, considering it. )
He issss opening. Changing. Sssso I think... I am more free.
Do you feel like "yoursssself", or are you the sssame assss your boy?
( Existential Omen questions... )
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I am me. That sounds right. I think there is a part of me that is very "me", or just "Falco", but I suppose we are two sides of the same earth. Like day and night? Not opposites, simply the same place in different times and shades. How do you feel, Susu? I would like to listen to your new voice.
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Oh— "Susu"....? Did he just get a nickname....! )
I feel..... that we are a little sssstrange. My boy hassss many whissssperssss inssside. I think I belong to them all, though I do not know for ssssure.
( There are things he does know inherently, being what he is, but... putting a shape to them takes time. Like Peter's spirit, Susurrus is a confused mixture of hushed sounds, unidentifiable as true words even as they draw closer. But he wants to understand more, wants to grow, even if the concept is presented shyly. )
You are... outsssside a lot. Of your boy. Perhapssss I ssssshould come out more, too.
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We would love to see you, Susu. Your scales are too brilliant to keep in the dark. Just look at all your colors. More than one. You can be them all.
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I would like that. To be.... many coloursssss.
The ssssun... makessss them come out. We can ssssseeee the sssssun together. If you like.
( Aka Omen hangouts...! With the best tiny bird. )
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( His scales look different depending on what colours they're reflecting. He can go from bright, vibrant yellows to something quiet and cooler. )
Perhapssss I could ssshhhhow you both.
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I did. It feelssssss.... like sssssomething sssspecial. Sssssomething that issss all my own.
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Thank you. I am.... happy. Happy you think sssssso.
( Perle's opinion is one he holds in particular hide regard, the same way Peter does for Falco. )
I think you are ssssspecial, too. I am happy if we are…. friendssssss.
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I am waiting. Until soon, Susu.
[ with a gentle, heartwarming nuzzle from afar! ]