"I was trying to translate them all, writing them down in a journal..." He blinks as the bee takes off in mild alarm, thanks to the whirlwind of pink. At least she's not likely to go far, and he can hardly blame her, but he does shift a bemused look to the girl. What a name for an owl. Strangely appropriate, though.

"I've never had any, but there were a lot of boys under the druids' instruction..." He watches her flapping away, with the other man chasing after to make sure girl and owlet both don't wind up hurt.

"I'd ask what it's like, but that's probably a hard thing to answer with nought for comparison." He grins apologetically.