“Here what’s they don’t tell you, Icuras laughed as he fell. Threw his head back and yelled into the winds arms spread wide teeth bared to the world.”

Rune smiled as you talked, holding your free hand while you moved the other through his other.

“There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.”

“The wax scorched his skin, ran blazing trails down his back, his thighs, his ankles, his feet.”

“Feathers floated like prayers past his fingers, close enough to snatch back. Death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness.” You paused, taking a breath and a moment to remember the rest.

“The sun painted everything in shades of gold.” You paused.