Dashiell had been gifted with everlasting patience but, unfortunately, not the attention span to go with it. After several minutes of idly standing by, waiting for a taxi, he was distracted by Khione's arrival. His little pigeon had followed him in the rain because she had not been allowed on the train without a cage. Dashiell hadn't really had the presence of mind to pack anything. His former home had practically been torn apart by the humans and he'd just let all that go. After all, the only thing of importance in that house was Vasilis.
Vasilis.
His name hung over Dashiell like a shadow. His master, his protector, his father and, in many ways, the only person he had loved and felt love from after his abduction. Vasilis was more real to him now than anything else. Khione cooed gently at him as she shook the water off her feathers. He stroked her feathers and the little patch of red on her chest before giving her a gentle kiss on the side of the head.
Dashiell started to move away from the shed out of sheer lack of anything that would otherwise occupy his time. He tucked Khione under his jacket to keep her warm and dry as she silently berated him for not having her cage on hand but she understood her friend's lack of forethought and she loved him anyway.