Ødeleggeren

"Venn! Wait!" The words hadn't gotten to her ears in time, she was already at the edge of camp and still walking. After a quick and hurried goodbye to Dag and Verge, Eoghan rushed to keep up with the crow-girl. "Venn, where are we going? You can't just fly off in any direction and expect good things to happen." She gave him no reply and kept her jerky pace through the forest.

Eoghan was just starting to become annoyed with his traveling partner when she came to a stop and toppled onto her knees. "Whoa now Venn!" He said softly, sitting down beside her. "You're still new to this whole walking thing, take it easy now." He gave her a quick hug and got to his feet. "Stay here, I'm going to get some firewood."
 
Venn sat uncomfortably. Her legs were too long, and her featherless wings seemed to have no place to neatly fold. Her foot ached, like winter days when a frozen branch dug into her claws. The thought made her look up. All of the branches were so far away. Her shoulders slumped, and the fabric of Eoghan's jacket irritated her all over again. Feeling as helpless as a fledgling, she pulled at it, taking several tries before she could disentangle herself from it. She tried to set it down nicely, because it was Eoghan's, but the best she could manage was dropping it in a bundle. With just the wispy hackles draping down her chest and back, she began collecting fallen leaves and soft moss. Although it took longer than she wanted, eventually she had the closest thing to a nest since... a day she didn't remember. She curled into the leaves, covering her head as much as she could with the soft not-a-wing. Before she could think too much about that, she was asleep.
 
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