After washing Aviora, he had applied some oil on her feathers, a type of oil that is used for pets to shine their mane.
Now the once wonderful raven looks even more majestic than before. Like some artisan crafted her with care and love.
The light shines off her black plumage giving her an angelic glow.
He picked up the mirror and examined her from afar.
The bird cocked its head curiously. What is wrong, human? You're looking at me weirdly. She asked something like that on his mind.
He laughed quietly and told her to stay put. He walked over to her and gently brushed his fingers against the feather tips.
They feel soft like silk. "Good," he said. "Now when you are with her make sure you act all mighty and high, make her feel blessed just from a touch from you. I know you're just a dumb chicken with large wings but don't show her that." She pecked his head for that remark making him call her that again.
