Era gestures toward Hythlo with her tail, hands holding her communicator above her head. The amaro chick is half the size of her by now, and has sprawled over her like a feathery blanket, dead asleep with his cute face pillowed between her breasts. She has the strength to lift him, but his size makes him unwieldy to her these days.
"Peki tired him out with flying practice."
If Ardbert glances out the windows to the garden he'll see Peki dozing by the hydrangeas; face tucked under one of his wings. A big, gloriously golden ball of feathers.
"...And Hythlo tired him out with flying practice, too."
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Era gestures toward Hythlo with her tail, hands holding her communicator above her head. The amaro chick is half the size of her by now, and has sprawled over her like a feathery blanket, dead asleep with his cute face pillowed between her breasts. She has the strength to lift him, but his size makes him unwieldy to her these days.
"Peki tired him out with flying practice."
If Ardbert glances out the windows to the garden he'll see Peki dozing by the hydrangeas; face tucked under one of his wings. A big, gloriously golden ball of feathers.
"...And Hythlo tired him out with flying practice, too."