Around that time, somewhere else. Specifically, to the birdhouse that was built at the bottom of the base --,

"Pi no no..." puffy

"Pea, are you cold?

—— Catalina (Jr.) was coming to clean Pixie's bunk, Nik's chick.

She was there, cleaning up the dirty straw and replacing it with a new straw, but in the meantime, Pixie, who was losing her bunk, seemed to be shaking her body in the cold. By the way, she (?) has grey moffy feathers, so it doesn't mean it's cold —— it should.

Therefore, Catalina did not seem to know why Pixie was trembling. Still, I was wondering if there was anything she could do, anyway, hurry up and get the bed--

"Yes, Pea. Go ahead?"

—— Created a straw bed in the shortest possible time.

But somehow --,

"Pi, no, no..." shudder.

—— Pixie doesn't try to get close to a bed of straw. She shouted sadly as she shuddered small at the edge of the birdhouse.

"Why are you just cleaning up, but you're not coming close... Way to go, did I do it wrong?

Before cleaning up, Pixie certainly shouldn't have trembled. But now Pixie is trembling...... Catalina thought desperately of the reason. Brightness, temperature, magic, sound, and smell......

"... after all, does it smell?

Due to cleaning up all the straw, Pixie can't recognize the new straw bed as her bedding... That's what I thought, Catalina, when she took a few straws that she cleaned up, splashed it over her new bunk.

At this time, she seemed to recall the sight of a week before she first brought Pixie to this place.... Didn't Pixie still tremble at the time... The only thing that changed over time was the smell.

Her intuition was a hit. Pixie basically starts moving from one corner of the room, gets on top of her new bunk and lowers her body there --,

"Pi ~..." Retardation

—— and sounded satisfied, as if soaking in a bath.

"Good for you, huh? Pea."

Catalina herself smiled satisfactorily, making sure the tremor disappeared from Pixie.

But it's also between bundles. Give her a new trial (?) descends.

"Pi!"

"What..."

"Pi! Pi! Pi!

"Uh... what are you trying to say?

Pixie, with her hips down on the bunk, was claiming something towards Catalina.

But naturally, to Catalina, Nik (?) I didn't understand. No, in the first place, it must have just seemed like Pixie was ringing in Catalina because it wasn't the ringing that was established as a language.

But Pixie was definitely trying to tell Catalina something.

"Pi! Pi! Pi!

Pixie kept ringing to tell her something, staring straight at Catalina.

Seeing how it goes, Catalina starts turning her head sharpening her five senses again. But all this time, I can't find an answer --,

"(Rice? I still have extra, but there's no sign of eating... so, water? There is...)"

—— All she says is she's good, she tilts her neck.

"Mr. Hunter, was he saying something? What to do when it keeps ringing, be careful..."

Over the past few days, during classes that have been taking place in the morning, Catalina has taken several classes on how to keep creatures by hunters. The material at that time, naturally, is Nik's Pixie. Because she was the only creature close to her, Pixie was inevitably turned into a teaching material. It is also because of this that Catalina is able to take care of Pixie by herself.

But as far as Catalina remembered, I didn't remember the hunter speaking of advice that would be of particular concern in the class. Instead, he even seemed to say that a bird named Nik has no problem feeling left alone because it is a creature that lives on strong (did) even if left alone.

"... I don't know. I don't know why anymore..."

As a result, Catalina, not knowing the answer, decided to stay together until Pixie stopped ringing. I thought Pixie might be crying (...) and (...) and (...) instead of ringing (...) and (...) ru (...).

Then Catalina, sitting beside Pixie, put her hands gently on her back...... And slowly, I slipped that hand —— that was when it happened.

Gowa, gowa, gowa...

"Wow... lots of feathers missing?!

"Pi!"

"What? Does it feel good?

"Pi!"

"Oh well... It was time to change feathers."

When I stroked Pixie's back on the big soccer ball, I could take some of the gray feathers that were there... From that gap, I see a glittering blue color. That colour, shining like a peacock feather, seemed to be the original colour of Pixie.

"Wow... Pea's feathers, beautiful..."

"Pi..." Polypoli

"You're itching, aren't you?

From the feathers of children, it seems that the time to be replaced by adult feathers was just in this season. As a result, did Pixie point her voice at Catalina, confused by the changes in her body and seeking salvation?

"But this feather, it doesn't seem to be completely out yet. It's been a while."

"Pi no..."

"Darn it. If I can't pull it out or something, it's gonna get scratched, right? Well, maybe if you just scratch the itch..."

That's what Catalina said, focusing on places around Pixie's neck, on her back, or over her head, where Pixie didn't seem to be able to scratch herself. Then Pixie closes her eyes to feel good... At last it seems to have stopped ringing.

Over and over again these exchanges...... Catalina and Pixie, little by little, built trust with each other.