Go the Distance

Wylan settled himself down on the ledge, hanging his paws a little over the side, and letting his wings fan out just a little either side of him. He didn’t dare stretch them out fully, in case he accidently knocked Seneca off his ledge. “I only started living in it recently, but it is pretty neat” He agreed, tail still swaying back and forth happily behind him.

“Healer, and a fighter!” He declared. He wanted to honour his mother and her healing abilities, but fighting would always be where his interests lay the strongest. “That’s cool! We have some maps in the Armada, too. How many maps do you have so far?” He asked.


"Wylan Fatalis"