Why, Little Storm! Had I known it was the occasion of your birthday, I would have sent a surprise much earlier!
Here: I have made you pretty pet.
Though he is made of gold, he sings much more beautifully than a real peacock (if you have never met such a bird, take my word for it that their voices are quite loud and raucous, whereas yours shall sound like a chorus of little bells).
His cage may be opened and he can fly about with ease; emeralds are his eyes, and they can see quite clearly in day or night. You may teach him all sorts of tricks, and he will remember them. Aside from singing, he has a limited store of words with which me might report to you what he has seen. I thought perhaps, if you are bored on your little island, he might fly ashore and gather some sights and baubles to entertain you with.
Now Laumë, if you wake in the middle of the night and find that his cage is empty, do not fear: he is only out for a midnight flight. He must sometimes exercise his wings, so the mechanisms do not grow rusty– and perhaps to perform certain errands that you needn’t worry yourself about. Your pet will be home by morning, unless he is waylaid by weather; he is programmed to always return to his cage, wherever it may be.
I hope he makes you happy. If he ever needs tuning, I will send you the necessary tools for repair. Your a clever girl, and you have Mitsanar to help you with the magic bits.
Yours, Ever,
Uncle Thû.
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