"Kurururu, More"
"Okay, just remember that I can't make much of an effort"
"Mmmm, then just a little more, Kurururu"
Sitting on the wooden floor, Desmond with a calm smile brushed Athena's feathers carefully, the harpy on the other hand couldn't seem to be happier than she was now as she shook her cute little head from side to side.
Right now inside Athena's treehouse, the bitter cold of winter seemed unable to penetrate the dense foliage of the magical tree that was used to create the house so Desmond and Athena could sit quietly enjoying the comfortable warmth always present within the tree.
This scene played out for at least another dozen minutes when a third guest appeared in the tree looking at Desmond with a dissatisfied face.
