Liana and Gloria now stepped into the bright courtyard, where the morning sun cast long shadows over the neatly trimmed stone tiles. The air felt fresh and crisp, filled with a sense of excitement.
Liana's eyes immediately looked for her companion.
"Pikko. Come here," she softly called.
Cuquawk!
The beautiful Pekko bird, with its shiny silver-orange feathers gleaming in the sunlight, let out a sharp cry and quickly flew toward her. Its head lowered slightly as it gently nuzzled against her. Liana smiled and lovingly stroked its beak.
Meanwhile, Gloria raised two fingers to her lips and gave a sharp whistle.
"Peanut!"
Cuquawk! Cuquawk!
From the other side of the stables, a lively Pekko with golden-orange feathers and striking markings ran toward her, pounding on the stone as its feet hit the ground. Peanut was moving faster than ever, rushing toward his owner with joy, his tail feathers fluffed out proudly like a parade banner.
