Of the utahket in the pen, the red and yellow one was quick to warm up to Molly’s offering of a kind smile and a casual nod and bow. Its sweet headbutts and soft chitteres reminded her of her cat back home when she’d give her affectionate head thumps. Stabilizing one foot in the leather holster she swung her other leg up and around, coming to rest comfortable in the saddle.

“Oh so good, huh? Yeaa, you’re so sweet.” she complimented her feathered companion, shifting the reins to one hand and gently rubbing its neck in the direction of its feathers, the creature closing its eyes contently with a happy little head shake.

“Ready when you are Vincent!” she called over, happy with her mode of transportation for the their excursion.