Seeing the tribal chief pretending to build a frame, they immediately looked at the small bird sitting dazedly in the corner with complex expressions; how could this development be so indescribably bizarre.
Paland used branches to build a giant bird's nest in a patterned manner, even wrapping a circle of flexible vines around it, and then lined the inside with feathers.
Halfway done, running out of feathers, he extended his demonic claws toward the small bird again.
"Your feathers are gone, transform back and pluck some."
"How is that possible, I clearly remember bringing a lot." The feathers Julian had plucked when building the nest at Swan Lake had always been carried along, used to line his bed the entire journey; how could they be gone just like that?
"Cut the nonsense, if I tell you to pluck, then pluck, do you want me to do it myself?"
