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Linden, aka Lin to his Master and most people, sat carefully at an angle on a chair beside the ice-pale Brendyn Wynter, the mage who had made him what he was today. Most of the people milling about at this high-rise party were local powers, business, political, and even magical ones rubbing shoulders together. Most knew a pet when they saw one, an animal transformed by magical skill and ritual into something far more human--in fact, many of those serving food and drinks tonight for the party were pets, former loyal lapdogs and timid rabbits, with the occasional housecat and even a monkey helping run them. Linden himself was a bird before this, a wood thrush, a singer in the woods... and thus probably the most uncomfortable creature present, as human furniture was uncomfortable when you still had a tail.
It helped that he wore long coats and capes, skirts and robes, often things that seemed suitable for a girl and had led to many commenting to Brendyn about the lovely "girl" on his arm. They left his tail comfortable, free to swing as he walked, adding grace to his steps, and his Master encouraged the high boots and tight pants that often went with such outfits. Perhaps Brendyn was pleased to have others make such a mistake. In the end, Linden didn't care and felt even a bit flattered to be considered so pretty by others--it actually touched his avian vanity, for all male birds wished to be attractive to others and by nature his breed was rather plain to look at. Here, with his delicate features, his long and pale hair, his graceful movements and sleek body, he was considered exotic, even...
All this commotion was nerve-racking and tiring, however, for a creature used to solitude in the woods. He huddled closer to his Master, and considered requesting permission for some water or juice, or the joy of soda. Linden was not a fan of this man-made "wine" and "mixed drinks", as they made his head feel odd. But whatever his Master dictated... for the one who made him thus was a frightening creature, kind one minute and cruel the next--and the former bird feared to do anything to displease him.
"Brendyn," Lin murmured, voice soft and musical, almost as if he were singing the name, "might I get something to drink? And am I to sing tonight, or no?"
At times it pleased Brendyn to have Lin sing at such events, to demonstrate the former bird's wide range and beautiful tones, showing off his creation because a bird pet was rare. Most were scared to death in the middle of the ritual, yet somehow he had succeeded with Lin, to the awe and envy of many colleagues. Many who recognized Brendyn and knew on sight what Lin was gave the mage sidelong looks, jealous and feeling inferior. Many worked for the business and political powers present, helping bolster fortunes and frustrate the plans of each other. Of them all, Brendyn was one of the few not contracted to a business or family, an independent magician who took on only individual jobs as it pleased him, which only further made the rest feel resentment. How their own household managed financially without being employed like the others, Linden had no idea, and felt it beyond his own understanding, though there were two other pets who served inside their home. They had uses, however. Linden... was more an indulgence, a toy, a successful experiment and prize, or so it seemed to himself.
But Linden stayed obedient, not knowing any other recourse.