[Alas, Vayne is completely unaware of their skills and combined inclinations to rat him out (though they would never see it as such), using the treats to gently bribe the little creatures into quietness so he can overhear the conversation in the house (though that is difficult to do, to be sure).]
[He finds them to be fascinating, finding himself making soft noises under his breath at them as he would Imperial Hounds trained for the army, though they are anything but those bestial animals - with glimmering wings, and wicked, jeweled eyes - he wants them to come a little closer, fingers curious as to the texture of their skin and deft little claws.]
[Vayne wonders for a few moments what would occur to the little creatures should Cid get his hands on them -]
[He stops his mind.]
[Cid is already gone. Gone for four years.]
[Ah, right.]
[The temptation to ruminate flickers to life. He never did like sitting idly in place for any great length of time.]
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[He finds them to be fascinating, finding himself making soft noises under his breath at them as he would Imperial Hounds trained for the army, though they are anything but those bestial animals - with glimmering wings, and wicked, jeweled eyes - he wants them to come a little closer, fingers curious as to the texture of their skin and deft little claws.]
[Vayne wonders for a few moments what would occur to the little creatures should Cid get his hands on them -]
[He stops his mind.]
[Cid is already gone. Gone for four years.]
[Ah, right.]
[The temptation to ruminate flickers to life. He never did like sitting idly in place for any great length of time.]