“Zerizards!” I gasp, excited. Another type of creature Mother told me about. They’re found only in the South, where the sun is warm and the forests are endless. I squint, trying to take in their feathery blue tails, the bright red plumage crowning their heads. “My mother loved riding them when she was young,” I say. “They’re beautiful,” Britta replies, in awe. Braima sniffs, tossing his black-striped hair. “They’re not as impressive as us, are they, Masaima?” “Certainly not,” Masaima agrees. “You’re both very beautiful too,” I soothe.
I love them
