The kid said that Billy couldn't touch him, and that even their brief contact before was already too much. He was probably already dead! DEAD! Billy glanced away at the waves of the cold evening water. His mind wandered toward four little lines of script written in his father's journal. Already dead? Ha. Looking back at the siren, Billy just shrugged as he smiled. “If I'm already dead, then no harm touching you again. Not like I can get double dead.” Billy said holding his hand out again. As he did so, Rowling flapped his wings silently twice before perching on Billy's shoulder. The weight was instantly noticeable in Billy's stance and the wrinkle in his clothes.
A moment later the veil around the familiar warped, thinned, and eventually faded out to reveal the large bird of prey. “And this is my Owl Rowling.” Billy said. The owl stared intently at Hunter, unblinking and unmoving... “He's kind of a dick.” The owl snapped its head toward Billy and narrowed its large yellow eyes in clear annoyance. “Now shake my hand before I start to feel silly holding it out.” Billy said jokingly, still offering his hand in friendship to the clearly distraught, and possibly unstable, guy.
A moment later the veil around the familiar warped, thinned, and eventually faded out to reveal the large bird of prey. “And this is my Owl Rowling.” Billy said. The owl stared intently at Hunter, unblinking and unmoving... “He's kind of a dick.” The owl snapped its head toward Billy and narrowed its large yellow eyes in clear annoyance. “Now shake my hand before I start to feel silly holding it out.” Billy said jokingly, still offering his hand in friendship to the clearly distraught, and possibly unstable, guy.