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.
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| The initial sighting. |
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| Charging
forth to bury his beak into Amara's fluff. Freaked out by this small, winged, flying creature, Amara darts away to a safer distance. |
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| 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?" |
