Beast Tamer's Rebirth National Treasure Edition novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

The cameraman was completely stunned, staring at Quickie like he couldn’t believe his eyes. He froze for a solid few seconds.

Over in the livestream, the viewers were just as shocked at first, but then the chat went wild with “LOLS” flooding the screen.

At the same time, the hashtag “SierraAndQuickie” shot straight to the top of Twitter trends.

Comments started rolling in. [OMG, I thought Quickie finally tuned a new leaf. Turns out, it’s still whipped for Sierra.]

[In Quickie’s world, there are only two types: Sierra the queen, and everybody else.]

[What did she even say to the bird?]

[Ugh, this feels so staged. I’m out. Gonna check the other livestreams.]

[Natalie’s raccoon is absolutely adorable.]

[Shawn’s losing his temper trying to handle Biggie.]

[Andy’s golden python next door is having a full-on meltdown.]

[Did you see Vivian’s manul? Dude just met his mate. Three seconds flat. No wonder it’s named Tris.]

Sierra didn’t even have time to check the trending list. Right after finishing her first task, she headed back to the lounge and stayed there. Even the crew nearby had no clue what she was up to.

It wasn’t until lunch, when all the guests gathered to eat, that Sierra finally showed up.

Around the table, the other four were busy chatting about their animals. Sierra stayed quiet, picking at her food while listening to their stories.

Then Natalie shot Sierra a curious look and asked, “Hey, Sierra, how come you’re so quiet? I heard your little parrot can talk. Is that true?”

Sierra met Natalie’s gaze with calm eyes, and then suddenly smiled, “Yeah, Quickie’s really sweet and clever.” She’d only taught Quickie one time and it picked it up right away, even started using it on its own. Quickie was quite smart.

Sierra knew that Natalie wasn’t asking out of real curiosity. In her previous life, the show wasn’t filmed at WonderWild Zoo. It was at a wildlife reserve.

Back then, Sierra got assigned a newly rescued raccoon that was still wild and super aggressive. When the crew interviewed Sierra, she mentioned the raccoon might be better off back in the wild.

But Natalie twisted her words online, telling everyone Sierra hated raccoons. Later, when that raccoon suddenly got sick, the internet exploded. Everyone blamed Sierra, saying she hurt it on purpose.

This time, Natalie brought it up because she’d seen Sierra’s livestream with Quickie. She was hoping Sierra would slip up again and say something like she didn’t really like the parrot. In that case, the hate train would start back up.

But Sierra saw it coming. No way was she giving Natalie what she wanted.

As Sierra expected, Natalie didn’t get the reaction she wanted, and her expression tightened immediately. ‘Sierra called Quickie fat and ugly on camera. Why’s she singing praises now?” she thought, frustrated. ‘After all that setup, she still didn’t

take the bait.

Natalie forced an awkward smile. “I’ve never seen a talking parrot before. Let’s go check it out together later.”

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Shawn, always playing the protective older brother, jumped righ in to back up Natalie, keeping the conversation rolling. He completely ignored Vivian, who sat there pale and looking like she wanted to say something but couldn’t.

Sierra raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. “Sure,” she said casually. “Quickie is sharp. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

The more laid-back Sierra acted, the more curious everyone got So after lunch, the whole group headed over to the parrot

enclosure.

The second Sierra stepped inside, parrots swarmed her from every direction, chirping and flapping excitedly. Some even started squabbling over who got to sit on her shoulder, sending feathers flying everywhere.

Vivian went pale.

Noticing Vivian’s discomfort, Sierra gave a gentle wave.

The parrots seemed to understand. They backed off, perching on branches or railings, but still watching Sierra eagerly.

“Ms. Shea,” Sierra said softly, “I asked them to give you some space. Don’t be scared.”

Vivian was caught off guard. She hadn’t expected Sierra to be so observant or so kind. It was nothing like the rumors online painting Sierra as arrogant and stuck-up.

Vivian felt a sudden warmth in her chest. “Thank you, Sierra.” For a moment, she even thought being around Sierra made these beaky birds feel a little less scary.

Just then, Natalie let out a sharp scream.

Vivian glanced over and saw a fresh splat of yellow bird poop right in Natalie’s hair. She looked so pitiful and unlucky. Vivian had to bite back a laugh.

The parrot that had just bombed Natalie started chirping loudly, almost like it was mocking her. It circled above Sierra’s head before landing carefully on her shoulder.

It squawked, “Sierra, watch out for that woman. She’s been giving you dirty looks. But don’t worry, I’ve got your back. I’ll teach her a lesson.”

It was the pink cockatoo with the sore eye earlier. Puffed up and trying to look tough, it chirped fiercely in Natalie’s direction. But honestly, it came off more cute than intimidating.

Natalie was fuming. Shawn was frantically trying to clean Natalies hair, only making it worse. He shot a glare at Sierra, who was just standing there calmly, arms crossed, like she was watching a show.

“Sierra,” he snapped without thinking, “are you just going to stand there? Can’t you see Nat’s a mess? Why aren’t you helping?”

The moment the words left his mouth, both Andy and Vivian instinctively turned to look at Shawn.

Realizing what he’d just said, Shawn instantly regretted it. ‘Way to announce our relation, he thought, cringing inwardly.

Sierra tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. ‘Look at him. Still thinks he runs the place. Acts like he can’t stand me, but still tries to order me around like old times. What a joke,’ she thought.

She didn’t move an inch, just stood there calmly watching the Sterling siblings scramble to clean the bird poop out of Natalie’s hair.

It took them forever. By the time they were done, Natalie’s eyes were red and puffy, like the whole world had just done her

wrong.

She opened her mouth to speak but a parrot swooped low over her head, circling like it was just waiting to drop another

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surprise straight into her mouth. Natalie was mad but she couldn’t even get a word out.

Sierra, on the other hand, looked perfectly relaxed. She turned the others and said, “Alright, let’s keep moving.”

After they walked through the aviary, the group stopped outside the glass enclosure where Quickie lived.

Just then, a staff member showed up with a bowl of bird food, but Quickie’s portion was huge, way bigger than what any of the other birds were getting.

Sierra frowned and stepped forward. “Is Quickie always fed this much every day?”

The staff member froze under Sierra’s serious gaze. She nodded hervously. “Y-Yes. Quickie really loves to eat. If we cut back, it gets anxious and starts plucking its feathers, so…”

“Take some away,” Sierra said firmly. “Just give it a normal portion like everyone else.”

The staff member hesitated. Sierra was just a guest on the show, but something about her tone made it impossible to say no.

Before the staff member could respond, Natalie rushed in front of the camera, her voice sharp. “What’s the big deal? If it’s hungry, let it eat. Quickie has anxiety. Stress-eating is how it copes. Cutting it off will just make things worse.”

Sierra’s cameraman panned over to Quickie. Under the sunlight streaming into the glasshouse, its few remaining feathers actually looked pretty glossy.

But the poor bird was practically shoving its whole face into the food bowl, gulping down bite after bite, its belly swelling with each mouthful.

Sierra’s frown deepened. Without another word, she walked over and took the food bowl right out of the enclosure.

Quickie chirped in protest but when it looked up and saw Sierra’s stunning face gazing down at it, its anger instantly melted.

Quickie tilted its head, eyes bright. It asked, “Pretty goddess, do you want to eat my food too?”

Quickie was torn. It really wanted to keep eating, but if Sierra asked for the food, it’d give it up in a heartbeat.

But its belly was already rumbling. The stress got to it. It started nervously plucking at the thin feathers on its stomach. In just a few minutes, the skin was raw and bleeding.

Natalie’s face filled with fake concern. “Sierra, look. Quickie is hurting itself. Just give it the food back.” Then her tone turned icy. “Seriously, are you trying to kill it?”

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