Kaelith's POV "You've taken the wrong turn again."The bird says it before I even realize it myself. I stop walking, halfway across a muddy stretch of forest path, and look up. He's perched on a crooked branch above me, feathers ruffled like he's annoyed just to be seen with me. His name is Winthrop, though I mostly call him "Stop That" because that's what I end up yelling at him the most."This path leads to the ridge," I argue, but there's no strength behind the words. I already know he's right."The ridge is that way," he says, flapping his wings once, twice, with enough drama to knock a few damp leaves from the tree. "But sure, ignore the creature that can fly. Who needs a bird's-eye view anyway?"I sigh and pivot back the way I came, squelching in the mud that has somehow climbed all the way up to my knees. My boots are a disaster. My cloak smells like wet moss and regret. And my hair? My hair's doing this thing where it tries to braid itself just to get out of the way."You cou
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