Mavka was a Corporalnik like no other, a theif like no other, and a little sparrow among a murder of crows.
Her safe haven was with the boy with the cane and the pretty eyes, despite the two seeming like opposite ends of a live wire, and now they h...
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They had began their path up from the rocky shoreline up to the looming cliff side. Spring was coming, but ice was still thick on the ground and it was a tough climb, particularly for those not used to managing such climate. Matthias went up ahead and was surprised to find the young voice witch right behind him when he turned at the top, no hindrance in her steps. All at the top now, they stopped to catch their breath. The 'ferolind' was still visible on the horizon, its sails full of the wind that whipped at their cheeks and pulled strands of hair beneath hoods and hair ties.
