Cooking Spree

Each time it seemed Zephyr finally fell into a routine, something changed. The castle was slowly losing its mystery and novelty with every day that passed, it even appeared to be growing smaller - that, or Zeph was growing much faster than he felt he was. Even the way Lia scooped him up onto higher surfaces was changing, and he grasped the counter edge with his beak to assist her in hoisting his weight. He folded his wings tightly against himself to take up less room on the countertop, reaching for the bundle of flowers Lia offered him and placing them between his talons. "We won't need stairs when I can fly!" He gave back with an excitable wiggle of his tail feathers. Already larger than most of the companion birds of the castle, Zephyr felt that day had to come soon. Right?

His adoptive parents wedding was coming quickly and with it, Zephyr was knee-deep in further knowledge and understanding of the wolf world. He didn't quite understand the concept of the celebration between mates, but he did want to contribute to the festivities as the other pack wolves were. Zephyr had gained permission to be a 'flower-chick' - whatever that was - and Lia had collected for him some flowers to practice with. He glanced down at the bundle, tentatively grasping a pedal with his beak and tearing it from the flower, flicking his head and watching it float down from the counter and onto the floor. Lia was busy cooking, but Zeph knew that the fire-toned female was a good multitasker. He watched her as she worked, turning the flowers over in his talons. "But why do we throw flowers?"

"Zephyr"