Clova Whitebird landed outside the capital city with Lawrend on her back. It was already nighttime.
"How do I call you when I need you?" Lawrend asked.
"Take this," Clova Whitebird said before she pulled out a flute from her feathers using her beak.
Lawrend took it in surprise.
"You really store everything inside your feathers?" Lawrend asked in awe.
He didn't pay much attention when she first did it with the ring, but now that she did it again, he became more intrigued.
"The insides of my feathers are spacious. They also won't fall off if I'm flying," Clova explained.
"I see." Lawrend nodded his head in understanding.
"I'll play the flute when I need you." Lawrend raised his hand and bid her farewell.
"I will arrive in 5-10 seconds. If you are in any immediate danger, buy enough time," Clova said.
