As Buddy trotted along the road, carrying Javier toward the estate, his mind buzzed with complaints.
Ugh…
Father always said,
"Don't ride Pekko."
"Pekko are monster birds."
"They aren't proper mounts for nobles."
Yet—
LOOK AT HIM NOW!!
Javier's eyes twitched as he stared ahead. His father sat casually atop a massive, golden-feathered Pekko, riding like it was second nature.
Not only that—Alf had a Pekko. Hesbeirn had a Pekko. Erinette had Silverwind. Since when did they all have their own Pekkos?! And why had he never seen any of them before?!
Javier narrowed his eyes suspiciously. These aren't just any Pekkos. Looking at how calm and obedient they were, it was clear—they had been raised and trained alongside their riders for years.
And yet—why haven't I ever seen them?