For Baby Thunderbird, a whole day did not feel long at all.
Small Garden was simply too familiar to it. Even when Vizet and Luna were busy with their own things, it could always find plenty of fun.
For example, it found a group of Goblins gathered around a fire, then chased them all the way through Small Garden.
Once the whole group of Goblins was too tired to run anymore, it found them some food, and Baby Thunderbird could enjoy the Goblins' worship.
The reason Baby Thunderbird did this was entirely because it was imitating the Eight-Legged Steed, Frigga.
It had once seen the Eight-Legged Steed, Frigga, do this, thought it was very interesting, and learned the whole process.
As for why the Goblins accepted the food and even knelt on the ground to worship it, it actually had no idea at all.
In any case, when it saw the Goblins kneel on the ground and reveal devout gazes, it truly did feel moved.
It guessed that when Frigga had played with the Goblins like that before, it must also have been to enjoy this feeling.
In this way, through imitation and feeling, it understood some of the Eight-Legged Steed Frigga's behavior.
But there were other things it completely could not understand—such as what Vizet and Luna were doing right now.
Baby Thunderbird landed on the ground and tilted its head in confusion.
It lifted its claws and looked at them, then lightly touched the tips with its beak.
Its beak was pointed, and its claws were pointed too, and they were also hard... touching them together was clearly not comfortable at all.
It looked toward Vizet and Luna again. They were doing a similar touching motion again, and over and over too... Why did they look as if