Sebastian blinked his small, beady eyes, perched uneasily on an herbalist’s handbook. There was a small, orange circle that his master, Marlowe, had drawn on the opposite side of the room out of chalk. It was so vibrant it practically glowed on the floor.
“I don’t want to,” he said nervously. His new friend, another Sun Conure whom he had named Finn, watched curiously from a candle rack.
Marlowe smiled encouragingly. “Teleporting isn’t hard,” he said, his tone neutral. Reasonable. Sebastian hated how reasonable it sounded, for a moment.
“I’ll try it,” he said, shifting his small clawed feet, “but can we cut open the melon afterward? If I succeed?”
“We will even if you don’t.”
Sebastian looked back at the circle. It didn’t seem too bad, now. At least there would be melon involved in his near future. Unless he went too far and fell to his death—
“Okay,” he replied, focusing himself. “Right.”