Birds the word

Wylan sat back as Krak flew off his back and started to explore the space. He grinned at the bird’s pointed wing. “Yeah, we can definitely make something for you.” he agreed, making a mental note that the raven wanted it to be big enough for himself, and any shinies. What ‘shinies’ were, he wasn’t totally sure. What did birds sleep on anyway? Would he like a small offcut of coat up there, or would he rather sleep on something else?

“Yeah, Ollie and Seneca are the best, I bet you’ll love them too.” He beamed, eagerly awaiting the moment he could introduce everyone. “You’ll see them all here tonight. Did you want to explore the Armada in the meanwhile?” He wanted to know. With three territories, there was a decent bit to explore. But perhaps for a bird that could take it all in through flight it wouldn’t seem that big.


"Wylan Fatalis"