Girls night out with your brother

With his wings fanned about Briar, creating their own space beneath them, he grinned at her. Feeling a lot lighter than he had in the Armada. He had missed his sister, missed having her den near him. But he didn’t regret her change, knowing that moving her was the next step in her life, and that she loved the path she had chosen.

“I am… winging it, actually.” He agreed a little sheepishly. He fluttered his wings a little to tease her for the joke, and then tucked them back into his sides. “Would you like to show me around? Perhaps we could have a sleepover, drink some wine, and gossip about boys?” He teased lightly.


"Mortis Fatalis"