Wings. That's what these things sprouting from her shoulder blades were. That's what was kindling her new and impulsive urge to soar away.
She craned her neck backwards and glimpsed two ebony wings, full and dark, attached to her. The fire made them iridescent, orange quivering on black.
She knew that this feathered gift was translucent and would only last for so long. She nodded to the gray songbird and spread her wings. They took off into the smoky sky and flew over the swirling river, high above the fire.
They flew for a long, long time.
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Aeolia
Fiksi UmumA woman runs from everything. A songbird joins her from nowhere, singing colors and images. A whisperer finds the pair among a field of poplars and graves. A dark and vicious viper stalks them from deep in the earth. They must flee from the Viper...
