Birds the word

“You’ll love our bathing pools then! There's a really shallow one that’s warm all year round” He explained as they pulled towards the smithy. The bird's question left Wylan considering how to explain. “It’s a place where we craft things made from metals.” He settled on, not having a great understanding of how it worked himself.

His tail perked up behind him as Ignita acknowledged him, and he patiently waited until she was done, and could turn to address them properly. “Ohhh, these look marvellous, are you fulling in for Charlie?” he asked as he obediently looked at the pins she had crafted. He was really really worried about his Uncle, but he knew Basilisk was doing the best he could to look for him.

When Krakarak flew off his shoulders to stand by the pins, Wylan stifled a giggle. So, these counted as shinies, did they? If he wanted to collect lots of these, Wylan was going to have to make sure his perch could hold them all!

"Wylan Fatalis"