Phoebe glanced at her arm as his flight feathers brushed across her arm. It was almost like a comforting gesture. An assurance of some sort. She smiled a little and looked at the hawk again. “You really are a funny bird, you know that?” she said, not as an insult but an observation. What birds did thinks like this anyways? It was definitely unusual. “But I am thankful to you. I…don’t really have any friends here. Thank you for letting me talk at you and bringing me flowers.” She said with a soft smile at him. “If only you were a person.” Phoebe sighed. Yeah, she wasn’t that lucky.
She glanced at the flowers then back at the bird. “I wish I had something to give you in exchange but I don’t have anything a hawk could use, I am afraid.”
Remi
She glanced at the flowers then back at the bird. “I wish I had something to give you in exchange but I don’t have anything a hawk could use, I am afraid.”
Remi
