Beauty and the Beasts

Chapter 1252: The Baby Eagles Open Their Eyes

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Bai Qingqing slept rather comfortably. She was neither hot nor cold, and she could swear she heard soothing music in the background.

Eventually, she realized that this melody was the screeching of her baby eagles.

Opening her eyes, she saw a furry baby eagle. Now that his fur had fully dried, he actually appeared a bit fat.

Bai Qingqing revealed a gentle smile and shifted into a more comfortable lying position.

As though hearing her movements, this baby eagle turned around and faced her.

Under his eyelids, his eyeballs rotated at a small magnitude a few times, separating his upper and lower eyelids.

“The baby eagle is opening his eyes!” The invigorated Bai Qingqing quickly glanced at Muir, lest he missed it. Then, she instantly shifted her gaze back to the baby eagle, sitting upright with the blanket wrapped around her.

As her voice was too agitated, even Curtis looked over. He sat down next to Bai Qingqing and watched as the baby eagle opened his eyes.

This was Right. As he opened his eyes, he tried standing up. Successfully standing upright, his upper eyelids also lifted, revealing a pair of black eyes brimming with clear moisture.

Screech screech screech~

Right raised his head and gazed at Bai Qingqing opposite him, then at Muir, followed by Curtis, walking towards them unsteadily.

Bai Qingqing instantly reached out to support him.

Left also started turning his body at this moment. His eyes were already open, and he was gliding his limbs as he crawled forward, as though he was swimming.

Looking at their naturally similar faces, Bai Qingqing suddenly thought: Oh, no. She cast a hesitant glance at Curtis.

Could this baby eagle have mistaken Curtis as his daddy because he was the first one he saw?

Curtis stared back with a questioning look.

“Ooh… nothing.” Bai Qingqing gently poked the baby eagle’s beak with a finger, lowering his gaze.

Perhaps because the baby eagle thought there was water, he immediately opened his beak even bigger than his head, and an urging sound repeatedly came out from his throat.

Bai Qingqing retracted her fingers, afraid germs would enter the baby eagle’s mouth.

Muir also revealed his gentle side, something he rarely showed to people other than Bai Qingqing. He said, “Seems like he’s hungry. I’ll go and hunt.”

Bai Qingqing nodded in anticipation. “Then be quick. The babies and I will be waiting for you.”

This statement triggered his responsibility to provide for his family. How wonderful to have his wife and kids waiting for him to bring back food. Even though Bai Qingqing didn’t need food from him today.

Muir stroked her head before transforming into an eagle and flying off.

Chirp chirp.

The two little fellows dazedly watched as their daddy soared into the skies. Only when his figure disappeared from view did they lower their heavy little heads.

Curtis merely glanced at them for a bit before turning his vision away, disinterested. He picked up Bai Qingqing’s unfinished drawing board that was lying by the side.

“When did you pick up drawing again?” asked Curtis.

Bai Qingqing looked over following his voice. Her eyes suddenly lit up. “The baby eagles are so cute. I want to capture them in my drawings.”

At this thought, Bai Qingqing couldn’t sit still anymore. She immediately got up to make preparations.

She had mastered the skill of drawing with charcoal, and in a few strokes she traced out the rough silhouette. By the time Muir came back with the prey, two life-like baby eagles could already be seen on the drawing paper.

Despite the drawing being unrefined, it was already very vibrant regardless of its liveliness or fragility. It was conflicting yet life-like.

Because this was Bai Qingqing’s genuine perception. This drawing that she decided to do in the spur of the moment gave her new insights into drawing live objects.

One could imagine that upon completion, it was bound to be a highly captivating piece of art.