They are. But not always by the bearer’s choice. [He would know. His family name is a chain around his neck. He pets the bird’s beak as she coos and preens his hair. He reaches into a pouch on his belt and gives her the fresh greens within. She happily munches as he takes a set of special brushes out of another belt pouch. He gently brushes her feathers while she has her dinner.]
Frida isn’t going to harm you. You’re with me. [The bird leans into his attentions.]
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Frida isn’t going to harm you. You’re with me. [The bird leans into his attentions.]