Emberlyn fell from the apple tree. Again. Penna caught her human friend before any harm was done. The giant feathered wings protruding from her shoulder blades lowered them to the ground.

“Sorry,” Emberlyn muttered as Penna set her on the grass.

The young Avian laughed. “I’m happy to catch you anytime!”

“But I can never catch you in return,” Emberlyn apologized.

A gust of wind captured Penna’s wings and attempted to drag her into the endless sky. Emberlyn snatched her hand, anchoring them to the ground.

Penna smiled down at their joined hands. “Yes, you can.”

docendo disco, scribendo cogito,

– Millie Florence