In Love With an Aven

“Hey pretty boy,” You call and he whips around nervously, “What’s with the feathers?”
“Why don’t you have wings?” He whispers, frightened.
“I was born this way.” You tell him, “Like every other human being I’ve ever met.”
“Human?” He asks you.
“Yeah. That’s my species.” You reply sarcastically.
He gasps excitedly. “I’ve never seen one of you! I’d only heard about your kind in legends but I didn’t think you were real!”
You stand, shocked, as he rambles about fairytales and nursery rhymes.
“Come back with me to my island and I’ll make you famous!” He cries excitedly.