He stifled a snort at that question. “Nothing dire,” he assured, with an easy shrug. There were a few minor ailments amongst the strange menagerie. “Couple things that need looking at, though.”
Conall took a sip and got down to it. “Your Augurey’s plucking out its feathers – it’ll be to do with diet, I expect. Needs more fairy.” (It was rather plump for an Augurey, which he suspected was why it was unhappy and probably not hunting enough fairies on its own.) Contemplating which creature to tackle next, curiosity overcame him just a little. “Interesting collection you’ve got, anyway. Where’d you get the hodag from?”
Conall hadn’t seen one in a while – it took him back to the days at the New Hampshire farm.
Conall took a sip and got down to it. “Your Augurey’s plucking out its feathers – it’ll be to do with diet, I expect. Needs more fairy.” (It was rather plump for an Augurey, which he suspected was why it was unhappy and probably not hunting enough fairies on its own.) Contemplating which creature to tackle next, curiosity overcame him just a little. “Interesting collection you’ve got, anyway. Where’d you get the hodag from?”
Conall hadn’t seen one in a while – it took him back to the days at the New Hampshire farm.
