The next day, although the internet was abuzz with discussions about the Winter Festival competition, Tilan herself didn't feel too involved with it. She slept in that morning and didn't rub her eyes and get out of bed until about 9:30.
After finishing the breakfast prepared by two maids, Tilan sat under a big tree in the courtyard. It was a warm summer in the South First District, with sunshine filtering through the leaves, making them appear exceptionally transparent, like pieces of emerald.
"Want more, you guys?"
At Tilan's feet, five little Light Cotton Birds with light grey fluff were chirping, occasionally flapping their tiny wings and scurrying on the grass, pecking around and curiously surveying their surroundings.
The girl crouched down, showing the grains of rice in her palm for the little creatures to peck at, while her other hand gently touched their fluffy down.
