Small as she was, only a foot to be exact, Nyara sat calmly on the bottom of her 4 foot tall cage with her feet together and her hands pressed against eachother. Her eyes were closed, though usually open and gazing at people with a blue likeness, and her breathing even. Her hair fluttered over her face, but she remained still, ignoring the tickling sensation that the hairs made on her nose and mouth. Her wings lay on her back, as still and unmoving as their owner.
Nyara blinked and stetched her arms and legs out. Every few hours or so, she had to stretch or she would get cramps in her legs and other body parts. She sighed as she came out of the meditation pose and watched the scientists tnear her cage with extreme curiosity. She flitted to the bars of her cage and held on, gripping them with small fingers. She cocked her head to one side and spoke. "Hello!" The 8-year old called...