Their first winter together as mistress and servant was miserable.
Diaval keenly felt the absence of his feathers as he walked to his mistresses home in the ruined castle. The bitter wind seemed to blow right through him as he trudged through the snow, numb fingers grasping the strap of the satchel he carried. He was seriously regretting his decision to offer his services to his mistress.
Human bodies were truly disgusting. Not only were they entirely featherless, and more importantly wingless, they also had this grotesque face hole and snout in the middle of their faces. A thoroughly inelegant arrangement. The cold was making Diaval’s nose run and he thought longingly of his beautiful sharp beak.