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Post by Davey on Jun 14, 2008 12:51:30 GMT -5
The tan was finally settling, and had stopped his squirming as a something smacked into Reiver's head and causing the unsettled Spice to flap his wings and hissed an irritated song.
The tan hopped to Reiver’s shoulder; then dove under his long, mattish hair. He gave an irritated warble as Reiver gently picked up the green with one hand. In his other was the end of the meat that had been for Spice, cautiously he fed the damp green while promising left and right to the creature that he’d find better food for her later. It did not matter the condition of the scraps, she tore into them all the same.
“Herb? Should I call you that?” Reiver wondered aloud as he got up to stand. The green chirruped, that was close to a ‘yes’ than anything. “Then Herb it is,” Reiver concluded and gently held Herb to the hiding Spice. From the veil of his hair Spice poked out his head and warbled uncertainly. The green haughtily swung her head and climbed beside the tan to further weigh down Reiver’s shoulder.
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