Winds on the Wing

“Errr…” Wylan said a little sheepishly, not having the foggiest idea of what she was saying. “Go ahead” he said, seeing her hesitation, and wondering if perhaps she wasn’t sure about his wings. They wouldn’t bite! (much). But no, really, he was fine with people investigating them. He got that they were curious.

She touched her nose to a feather, and he grinned at her. They were cool, right? “Pleasure to meet you, too, Iris.” he said warmly. “We’re heading home” he explained, nodding his head back to the group of wolves heading back to the Armada. “We live in the far North. We went down to Auster to see the Hallows.”


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