Why can't we be friends

Wylan spread out his wings behind him as if to say ‘look here’ at the Treehouse set behind him. Marina did indeed ‘look here’ and he could see the moment she started to gawk. He grinned, pleased by her reaction. He loved their treehouse, and the friends he had living in there. “That it is” he agreed with a snort of amusement.

“My dad did most of it, Basilisk did some more. Me and Ollie have been working on some extensions.” He explained, but admittedly, they probably had it easier with the starting point of the structure already being there. Starting from scratch would be so much worse!


"Wylan Fatalis"