That won't happen to you

Chapter 71

She stayed in the nest for a long time. Snuggled by her new siblings, it was warm and safe.

The mother of the animals always flew out in the morning and searched for food.

The animals ate some kind of roots.

Long, somewhat woody, pieces that they could obviously dig out well with their paws, and which the girl thought tasted excellent.

The animals themselves seemed to have, as far as she could tell, four paws, a tail, a snout, and a couple of large wings. The wings were feathered, unlike the rest of the body, which was covered in a cuddly fur.

The little cubs that the teenager spent her time with were all barely as big as her forearm.

The mother, on the other hand, was huge. She was a good two meters long, one high, and how big the wings were, the girl could not tell.

But every evening the mother lay over the nest, shielding all her young, of which Ahsoka was now obviously one, from the cold of the night. Laying her wings over the entire nest, she warmed her children, creating a safe little sphere where worry had no place.

From time to time other animals tried to attack the nest.

So far, none had succeeded.

One had managed to scratch Ahsoka's arm.

She, as the largest child in the nest, was the easiest target.

The only thing they ever heard from those creature was a long, shrill sound as they plummeted toward the ground, robbed of their ability to fly.

At those evenings it rained feathers.

But Ahsoka quickly forgot such incidents as she sat up there.

She played with the others, and finally laughed again.

The most affectionate cub, the one that had landed on her head the first day, had become her closest playmate.

The two were hardly separable anymore, and the little one slept exclusively in Ahsoka's arms.

But slowly the others were getting bigger and bigger.

Not that Ahsoka would care. For her nothing changed.

She was still treated by them like a sister, like a dear sister, whom they wanted to protect.

Only a few details changed.

Instead of the cub sleeping in Ahsoka's arms, she soon slept wrapped in her wings.

And the space became narrower as the others grew.

But even that didn't bother Ahsoka.

She didn't need that much space.

She just snuggled up to them, and was happy.

It didn't take much to be happy.

And everything it needed, she had there.

A loving family.

Warmth and security.

That was all it really was. But it was all she could ask for.

The hard times were far behind her. Far away from any memory.

Covered by a veil made of happiness and peace.

She was protected and safe, secure in the wings of her sister, and always would be.

Ahsoka had found a family.

One, at least,

for another, sat sadly in silence.

They had lost something.

Something so incredibly important.

Their comrade. Their sister.

Ahsoka.

Hey guys.
I was thinking about maybe (no promises, it's just a maybe) making a reading night.
Now there is an obvious problem. As I already found out this story has readers from at least three different time zones.
Soo... we don't all have night at the same time. Which makes it kinda hard to make a reading night.
That's why I wanted to ask you at which time (translated into central European standard time) you guys have late evening/night. So that maybe we can figure out at which time to do the reading night.