Fargo’s fear was tangible as he disappeared down the stone stairs.
Halley registered his retreat, but Auger was gazing at her, and she was in complete awe. She had never seen an Aigle. As a Fledgling, she’d read the legends and fables, but seeing the real thing was something else.
You make stories up about us?
The voice was in her head! She felt it reverberate through her entire being. She was deciding how to respond when Kyrie moved between her and Auger.
“Don’t get your feathers in a flap. Halley’s parents were of the land. I am sure they have stories about Aigles that they tell their Fledglings.”
This is the third instalment in this serial fantasy story. I hope you are enjoying it and invite you to post a comment.