A piece from my NaNoWriMo novel. Clir pulled the heavy leather gauntlet further up her arm, cursing. “That bird isn’t worth the wooden perch he roosts on!” Trainer Fugol raised her brow, but didn’t comment. Clir glared at the young besra sitting on her forearm. “Why must I continue to work with these inferior birds? […]
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