"Well, her beak leads me to believe she is a Severe-- That and her shining personality contributes to such a breeds name." The Pupil sighs, folding hands atop the desk. "If only her necks patterning didn't make me question if she was really a Harlequin or some other kind..."

Aligning themselves in their seat to lean forward onto their own risen, steepling fingers as they recalled their acquiescence of the colorful creature; "I don't believe I got too many details taking her in from a lovely associate of mine, I can hardly recall a time she did not grace my home in spite if it surely not being too long ago..."

They paused, the memory truly was hazy, though it could be blamed on the burning look in the eye of their associate; a devil rather pleasant on the eyes and ears gifting them something with insistence. It was no bother, really The Pupil loved animals dearly and fought to some degree to keep their rather humble home from degrading into a barn. (They really would need to look into bigger and better housing soon.)

"Do tell, dear Socialite, your Tularemia do you know her origins?" Though it was a pretty pet, likely a stalwart companion; The phrasing and the name really did sound unfortunate for the topic and the half cocked grin, not quite bellowing a bark of laughter in an attempt to keep platitudes, spoke of just how The Pupil shared his sentiment.