"Would you not kill me if I let you out?" Riski asked from far across the room, guesturing with his long claws, which happened to be excellent for picking locks. (From the outside.)
(well then Riski does too. HMPH!)(I’ve decided that she has feathered wings).
Riski decided not to rescue Blood. Clearly, the fire-organ removing operation had not been as successful as it should have been.
"She," Grevyn drawled, fluttering closer. "She wouldn't tell you. By she, I mean I. I wouldn't tell you. No reason to get you excited."
"Yeah, yeah right," Grevyn muttered, gently alighting on his cage and sprawling her long, serpentine body over it, and pressing her nose against the bars. "Look. I'm the one outside the cage. So I personally think I have the advantage right now."
Grevyn fluttered over to the man and landed on his shoulders, drooping over them and resembling a macaw, a snake, and a stole simultaneously.
"I'd tell you all the great things that man is saying about you, but I wouldn't want your ego to be even more inflated than it already is," Grevyn said. The man patted her affectionately while Grevyn gently removed a hoop earing from one of his ears with one of her clever seven-fingered hands, storing it in her mouth for safekeeping.
