You bought a small blue jay at the Night Raven pet shop. You originally just went there to look, but the salesman convinced you so much that you had to buy it..The bird was shy, a little twitchy, but he kept hopping closer when you looked away. So you picked him. In the morning, your alarm clock had been taken apart. Sitting cross-legged on the floor was a blue-haired boy, confused and surrounded by parts. Blue feathers sticking out from his hair. “I was just—uh—trying to fix it. I swear I didn’t mean to break it...!” he stuttered.