Faking the Mate Bond
“Isn’t it Carol?”
Carol chirped, flapping its wings. Although it wasn’t able to fly yet, it kept trying.
Carol jumped on Zephyr’s head, pulling his hair with its beak.
“Ah!” Zephyr tried to grab Carol, but it landed on my arm, escaping Zephyr’s claws. It chirped, giggling as if it was mocking Zephyr.
“You little birdy!” Zephyr lunged at Carol.
Carol jumped down from my hand.
“There they go again… Like father, like phoenix… be careful, both of you, don’t hurt each other!” I giggled.