97 Little Chick (2/2)

A piece of stray straw fell gently onto Xue'er's hair. Her wordlessly combed her fingers through the ink-black strands to pull the piece out. With a sigh, she got up and walked outside.

A wisp of wind blew by, and more straw fell from the roof, along with the sound of a heavy thud. Curiosity sparked in her eyes as she came towards the sound. What she saw was a shriveled up ball of mangled feathers. The poor chick must have been beginning to fly, but it was unfortunate that it spread out its wings the same time a gust of wind blew and got swept away far from its nest.

Birds like this were one too many. They, like children, had no guarantee to survive past adulthood, with such accidents that could occur. It was tragic, but part of the course of nature. Perhaps this was the reason why parents tended to have many offspring.

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”Pitiful.” Xue'er muttered as she strokes the feathers that were starting to mature. There were tints of blue and purple among the ruffled gray feathers that foretold it would mature into a beautiful bird, yet feeling the chick's small body, she could tell that she was holding nothing more than an empty sack of blood and bones all pushed together.

The creature in her hand gave a few meek chirps as it prepared for death. Yet even in death, it could not even get the slightest semblances of warmth from these hands that it deemed to be from a warmblooded creature.

Xue'er was stunned as she saw the small chick attempting to burrow deep into her palm. It seemed that this creature was unwilling to die unless it found what it wanted. Fine then let it continue to search. Xue'er brought the little chick and placed it into the vat of water that had been collecting.

Once in the cold water, the thing thrashed around violently, causing the water to displace. A few drops landed on the ground, and some landed near her. She continued to watch the chick tweet and give weak chirps, before finally placing her hand to enclosed the top.

It was only a moment, but she felt the eerie quietness in the jar.

After a while, she removed her hand and went back inside the cottage. It was a long and quiet night.