"There, don't be scared."
"Take a deep breath."
"Dizziness is normal."
{"I mean... it's just a chicken, do you have to say so much?"}
Nenasha watched speechlessly as Herbert mumbled incessantly to the small chicken in his hand.
Do you have to?
"No, you don't understand, I'm expressing my reverence for life."
"After all, it's a little life the Monastery has raised for two and a half years!"
No one knew what defensive mindset that nun had when she gave him a meat chicken with a sharp beak. . .
Herbert used his fingers to groom the fluffy gray feathers on the chicken's head into a center part, nodding in satisfaction.
Now, it looks a lot like you.
"Little chicken, little chicken, don't blame me. You're a dish in the Mortal Realm, leaving early this year means returning early next year."
Muttering magic that makes food taste better, Herbert pinched the chicken's neck with two fingers, squeezing slightly.
Snap.
