Although the Elves of Valeria were vegetarian, they ate eggs. Which meant that every farm had chickens. And Valerian chickens were notorious for escaping their coops, being intensely loyal, and for pecking to death anyone who tried to harm one of them. Very early in her life in Valeria, Ariadne had been taught proper chicken etiquette.
Rule number one: Don't let the chickens eat out of your hand.
Smiling slightly, she bent over, scattering some feed in a half-moon around her feet. The chickens who hadn't taken off after Raleigh's offering flocked to her. And she giggled with delight. "I love their feathers," she said. "They're so beautiful."
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Although the Elves of Valeria were vegetarian, they ate eggs. Which meant that every farm had chickens. And Valerian chickens were notorious for escaping their coops, being intensely loyal, and for pecking to death anyone who tried to harm one of them. Very early in her life in Valeria, Ariadne had been taught proper chicken etiquette.
Rule number one: Don't let the chickens eat out of your hand.
Smiling slightly, she bent over, scattering some feed in a half-moon around her feet. The chickens who hadn't taken off after Raleigh's offering flocked to her. And she giggled with delight. "I love their feathers," she said. "They're so beautiful."