Fyskar: Ch 4

Dry grasses whispered in the warm wind. The sun seeped along the edge of the horizon. Sand scattered beneath his shoes. The bird at his arm shifted, the creature’s hooded head twisting at the noise, sending the knotted tassel bobbing. ​ “First true free flight, physician. Chances are he won’t come back to you. Will … Continue reading Fyskar: Ch 4