For the little Thunderbird, an entire day never felt long.
The little garden was far too familiar to it. Even when Wizet and Luna were busy with their own things, it could always find plenty of fun.
For instance, it could find a group of Gnomes gathered around a fire and chase them all around the little garden.
Once the Gnomes were too exhausted to run any farther, it could give them some food, and the little Thunderbird would get to enjoy their worship.
The little Thunderbird did this entirely in imitation of the Eight-Legged Divine Horse Frigg.
It had once seen Frigg do the same thing. Thinking it was very interesting, it learned the whole routine.
As for why the Gnomes accepted the food and then fell to their knees to worship it, it did not understand at all.
No matter what, when it saw the Gnomes kneeling on the ground with devout looks in their eyes, it truly felt something stir within it.
It guessed that Frigg had played with the Gnomes that way before in order to enjoy that feeling as well.
And so, through imitation and experience, it came to understand some of Frigg's actions.
But there were other things it could not understand at all—such as what Wizet and Luna were doing right now.
The little Thunderbird landed on the ground and tilted its head in confusion.
It raised one of its claws to examine it, then lightly touched the claw tip with its beak.
Its beak was pointed, and its claws were pointed too, not to mention hard... Touching them together was clearly not comfortable at all.
It looked toward Wizet and Luna again. They were making similar touching motions over and over again... Why did they look as though they never tired of