Wind stirs the ashes of the fire in the early morning light. Night in the desert is cold, and Anhilde is wrapped in her fur again, drowsing after keeping vigil all night.
I crawl back into the tunnel of the aerie, and scratch a rune from Anhilde's grimoire in the soft sandstone:
Ice.
Beside it I scratch the shape my footprint would make if I were walking in mud. If my kin ever return, they may not be able to read it, but they can hope that one of us came back.
I crawl back out to find Anhilde gazing up at the aerie, tear streaks in the ash dusting her face.
I glide down, turning in a narrowing gyre, and settle on her shoulder.
"Let's go back."
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Where Frost Meets Fire
FantasyA young girl gets a fire lizard for her birthday. A young fire lizard is kidnapped from her home. When their two worlds collide, their lives will never be the same. ~~~ Super-short chapters! Word count is under 6,000 for the whole story. ~~~ I'm...
