The glade was similar in radiance, so he usually went there for his walks, though today he was feeling more up for a hike. The woodlands here were a little darker than those he was used to, but the birdsong was the same, as he walked his honey brown eyes followed a warbler as she flitted to a nest. He wondered what it was like to fly, weightless upon a passing breeze. From what he'd learned of this place, shifters like him could become more than one animal. If he ever gained a new shift, he hoped that it would have wings.
Speaking of wings, through the trees a flash of iridescence caught his eye. Curiosity's eager palms pushed him towards it, until he'd closed the distance enough to see that the shimmer belonged to a woman. A very small woman, with beautiful translucent wings hung something sparkly from the branches of a spindly grey tree. He'd heard of the winged folk before, but hadn't expected to see one out of the Greatwood. And hearing about them was not seeing them. Killian's eyes widened, staring at her in awe for a moment before stating dumbly, "Hey."
rock children hold your heads up high
