Mated to Brianna
His head slipped under my hand, pushing up into my palm in a sweeping motion that resembled petting, catching his flickering eyes on his way back up.
My hand slid down his neck as he stood up, a few longer feathers on the top of his head that were a vibrant red colour popping out, standing straight up. He was shorter, smaller, than what I had pictured, but more magnificent and beautiful than I could have ever imagined. His Phoenix still stood as tall as the boys, his breast feathers an ombre orange colour that stretched onto his legs, only stopping before the long talons that were digging into the ground.
I walked around the back of him and as I passed he flared out his wings, stretching far
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