* little / legend

the gleaming winged lady thinks she is worthy? she thinks her fierce and strong? with abundant glee, she pranced about in front of her. she must tell mumma about this!

she approaches carefully, sniffing the air. it brings food and wishes to share? she creeps forward more, thinking over what the scent carried. what was the hot bun stuffed with? was it sweet? was it meat?

oh yes, she was adorable, indeed. adorable and deadly. that’s what her mother had told her! she chirped once, tail coiling about her feet as she sat. hello!

a treat? yes please! she would definitely love a treat! was it fish, or perhaps jerky? or maybe she was really being treated with a wyvern’s flank! she pranced about until she felt gentle hands begin stroking at her feathers. slowly, she began to walk in a circle, rubbing up against the lady’s hand with each of her passes. what a kind lady.

chicken wings? she was not chicken wings, she was a silverwing. SILVER - wing! she flapped once out of anger and cawed! chickens were small prey, and she was might predator! she was not chicken.

the silverwing cooed back, a sound low and keening. yes, she was the cutest, indeed! she looked up and down the strange woman, great focus given to how she stood on only her back legs while she walked upon leg and wing. carefully, and with crest raised, she stood up onto her back talons and took an experimental step. finding herself relatively stable she took another, chirping as she did so and her wings flapping to keep her balance. look, she is like her!

treats! she carefully takes the treat between her mandibles, making sure not to bite the nice man, and crunches down. delicious! she loves jerky.

the silverwing stares back, eyes wide and unblinking. who’s this?

silverwings make great pets! cuddle you when you’re sad, sing to you sweetly in the morning, eat your enemies. perfect pets!

she is very cute! fact!