"Why that's very kind of you Laura Descia!" Lucky said, gratefully. With the elf's help, he climbed upon her back. He weighed about the same as a large child. "Look, Laura Descia, feathers!" He pointed up, as the feathers began to descend from the chute. "Wait, I just had a thought--what if these are the feathers of the wicked Dire Bird? Dire birds feast on folk's flesh, as everyone knows. Don't worry, I shall protect you!" He waved his arms at the feathers, swatting them away, when suddenly--a pillow dropped and bounced off his head!
"Curse you, Dire Bird!" His shouts echoed around the chamber.