Apr 2, 2020
Even in the sky she couldn’t keep her mind light- it was weighed down with worries. It was strange, to be running to something instead of from it. Misgivings swirled in her mind like complicated patterns in seafoam as water rushed in and out of shore. What was she doing, going back? Wasn’t that the first rule, never look back?
Finally got around to drawing my feathery daughter, aka experiment thirteen, my max ride/escaped experiment/wing doctor. from my fic Clipped. she’s havin’ a bad time, but then again every iteration of thirteen I write is soooo.
