"How did you smuggle it in?"
Ishit asked, looking at the electric blue feathered bird with amazement. The alicanto, as big as a colt, was munching imperial gold chunks like nuts. Its golden bill was as sharp as his newly forged sword, Ratri (night).
"I didn't. It is my guardian bird. " Guha said with a deadpan face. "So, I can bring it in."
Ishit pretended not to notice the lack of vibrancy in his tone. Aunt Avantika had already told him. Something was nipping his friend.
"Oh! I see. What happened to Niro?" Ishit asked,
"He died. " Guha replied in the same cheerless, his eyes fixed alicanto's razor-sharp talons.
"How ?" asked Ishit,
"I don't know. Maybe a phooto had possessed him."
Ishit didn't ask anything further. Though he really wanted to know how the hell the parrot encountered phooto, it was not the right time. He needed to bring back his friend from the gloom that was devouring him alive.
