Bizz approached Flaxen step by step, flinching at every little move it made and stopping with every flinch. Eventually she was close to the avian creature, and stared into its eye for some time. Mustering up courage from deep inside herself, Bizz’s hand rose, shaking greatly, as it slowly floated towards Flaxen’s head. With a gulp, Bizz pet the bird’s head gently, her eyes closed. After the short petting session was over, she retrieved her hand and opened one eye slightly.
“Is my hand still there? Am I still alive?”
She said.