Once Zhenya had got trust from her Hippogriff, she held her hand out for it to eat. "You're so pretty," she said admiring its feathers. She slowly reached her other hand up and patted its feathers, and they were nice and soft. She felt at ease patting this beautiful creature, she didn't feel at all threatened or threatening. It ate a little bit of the bugs slowly from her hands, and Zhenya had the impression she was being cautious, but then when she must have sensed that Zhenya was no threat.