"Well, Angus says thats because they're a mating pair,' Brian said. "It would be nice to have a colt by Easter."
"He is," Khaat smiled. "Archangel!" she called. The bird flew down to Khaat, devotedly, excited. He perched on Khaat's slim shoulder. "Cassidy, this is my, well, my owl. for all practical purposes. This is Archangel. He's one of my best friends. Archangel, say hello. This is a new friend." The bird looked at Cassidy, cocked his head to the side and squawked at her. "Good boy," she stroked his regal head.
"Hey! Archangel! Look what I have!" Angus called. He was waving in his hand Archangel's fetching toy. The bird got excited and screeched and flapped its wings excitedly. Khaat laughed. "Ready?" Angus asked. He gave the toy a mighty throw and the toy sprouted wings magically and flew off.
Archangel took off like a shot after the toy, flying like a speeding bullet.
"He loves to fly," Khaat told Cassidy, "And he is just wicked fast. Angus has his favorite toy. Its a magical fetching toy that my father created for him when Archangel was a baby. My mother trained him and handraised him. She specializes in caring for magical creatures and in talking to animals. And she's a seer. But her real love is animals."