Birds, banging and eggs
Chapter Eight: The Price of Power.
Hey, so remember Emo-Chicken? Apparently Paolini does because Nasuada is finally taking off the bandages for those cuts. She hasn't looked at the cuts since they were first bandaged because they were so horrid. Since winning the Trial of the Long Knives, she had refused to look at her wounds; they had appeared so horrendous when fresh, she could not bear to see them again until they were nearly healed.
So basically it's been at least a month since Emo-Chicken happened. Since that time she's kept her arms bandaged. Which isn't healthy. She should be letting them out in the air - or so my grandfather the doctor said - as soon as they weren't doing anything nasty and likely to get infected. Keeping them bandaged like that is likely going to make it take even longer to heal.
This is also a bit of ridiculous vanity on her part. But I'll get to that in a moment.
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In the mean time, we bought another parakeet.
Well, my mom and I did. We were at the art store buying frames. Across the parking lot is a Petco. We went over to oogle the birds.
We bird oogled and my mom says "Should we buy one?"
I said we should.
So we bought the parakeet.
As the guy was trying to catch the bird we wanted, my brother called. He wanted to know where we were. My mom told him we were in the pet store. He wanted to know if there were birds there. She said there were. She failed to mention that one of them was coming home with us.
When we got home we almost managed to get the bird into the cage without my brother realizing it. The silly thing had to slip out of my grasp and go running around the floor squawking. My dad wasn't home at the time.
We got the bird in the cage just as my dad was pulling up in the car.
He has yet to notice the bird.
He's walked past the bird four times when I left and hadn't noticed.
Oh well.
Hey, so remember Emo-Chicken? Apparently Paolini does because Nasuada is finally taking off the bandages for those cuts. She hasn't looked at the cuts since they were first bandaged because they were so horrid. Since winning the Trial of the Long Knives, she had refused to look at her wounds; they had appeared so horrendous when fresh, she could not bear to see them again until they were nearly healed.
So basically it's been at least a month since Emo-Chicken happened. Since that time she's kept her arms bandaged. Which isn't healthy. She should be letting them out in the air - or so my grandfather the doctor said - as soon as they weren't doing anything nasty and likely to get infected. Keeping them bandaged like that is likely going to make it take even longer to heal.
This is also a bit of ridiculous vanity on her part. But I'll get to that in a moment.
(Read More Here)
In the mean time, we bought another parakeet.
Well, my mom and I did. We were at the art store buying frames. Across the parking lot is a Petco. We went over to oogle the birds.
We bird oogled and my mom says "Should we buy one?"
I said we should.
So we bought the parakeet.
As the guy was trying to catch the bird we wanted, my brother called. He wanted to know where we were. My mom told him we were in the pet store. He wanted to know if there were birds there. She said there were. She failed to mention that one of them was coming home with us.
When we got home we almost managed to get the bird into the cage without my brother realizing it. The silly thing had to slip out of my grasp and go running around the floor squawking. My dad wasn't home at the time.
We got the bird in the cage just as my dad was pulling up in the car.
He has yet to notice the bird.
He's walked past the bird four times when I left and hadn't noticed.
Oh well.