Py, not a being that needed a lot of sleep to function, was out of the castle just as the first remnants of daylight lit up the sky. Almost everyone was asleep at the time, and chirping incessantly enough granted him access outside through the kitchen, when one of the small maids was irritated enough to take a stab at deciphering what he wanted. And it was a good thing, too; the poor girl was small enough to have had a fright if Py simply started talking to her.
Keeping the sun as a beacon, he flew on in the direction of the desert as the orange ball climbed higher into the sky. Soon, the air grew more dry and warm, making Py's little heart relax. This was where he was familiar with his surroundings, where he truly thrived. Now that he was here, he could probably find some entertaining humans to tell stories to, maybe get something--
A flying metal... thing nearly beaning him in the head caused him to squak in surprise as he dodged it. Another one hit his wing in Py's process of dodging it, not doing any serious damage but making it smart. Py landed as best as he could while favoring his wing. "Ow, ow, ow," he muttered to himself. A couple of gentle preening of his feathers on that particular wing gave him something to do while he overlooked the damage... a small cut, but besides the pain, he was fine.
That brought his attention back to the weapons of aerial assault. There they lay, a few yards off in the sand, the silver glinting in the sunlight. Typical bird sounds of curiosity chattered their way out of his mouth as he tilted his head in different ways. Slowly, he started taking steps towards it, leery of any more sudden attacks anytime soon.