Song of the Venturing Owl (Part 30)
“Hm,” a voice crooned from behind me. “My guess was right.” I tilted my head. The archer bird from earlier sat there, tall, with a far more natural smug look across her face. “H-harley, right?” “Good,” she said, stepping forward. “You remember my name. Sister, did they hurt you?” “Only my wings and my pride.” … Read moreSong of the Venturing Owl (Part 30)