Gah gah— The sound of an old peacock rang from the top of the tree.
Alva's countenance turned serious. He speedily removed his animal skin skirt and transformed into a peacock, before flying towards the top of the tree.
[Dad, is something the matter?] Alva stood before the old peacock respectfully.
The old peacock waved his wing and sent Alva flying. Bam! The latter crashed against the wooden wall.
Alva shrunk in the wings he had spread open, but before he could crawl back up, a pair of brown claws appeared before his eyes.
[Do you know why I'm hitting you?] The old peacock's voice was raspy and murky, yet it exuded the dignity only possessed by someone in power for a long time.
[For bullying a female,] Alva replied without having to ponder the question.
[So you knew. But this isn't the greatest reason I'm angry at you. What infuriated me the most was seeing you ostracize a female, especially one who is pregnant.]
