Redhawk Caldera a n o a n a

She went very still as Bronco began accessorizing her, making a happy cooing sound under her breath at the ticklish sensation of the feather in particular. The spruce’s needles were a little prickly, though she didn’t mind much.

When he was finished, Shenanigans wanted to dash to the nearest puddle to check out her reflection. But Bronco bowed his head and asked her to bedeck him with the remaining feathers. She let out a girlish laugh, happy to help.

It was harder than it looked! She managed to tuck the darker feather behind his good ear after a few tries. Did it matter that it was lopsided? Try as she might, she just couldn’t get the goose feather to stay. Her face was scrunched with utter determination.

She didn’t have any intention of giving up, though after a while, she had to ask, How do I get it to stick, Bronco? in a slightly exasperated but still good-natured voice.