He found a few things that caught his eye - the fabric of my socks, the brass-colored door handles, the click of his nails on the wood floor. In particular, Amara.
|The initial sighting.|
forth to bury his beak into Amara's fluff. |
Freaked out by this small, winged, flying creature, Amara darts away to a safer distance.
|Un-phased by Amara's fleeing, Pele followed her as far as she'd allow.|
Then, refusing to let his mood be dampened, he turned to me:
"What adventure's next?"