The dusk sky caresses your wings as you glide lazily over the forest. As an avian, a bird-winged humanoid, you are well versed in flying in low light conditions, and as the striking orange fades to a pale blue, you feel the stresses from the week being left behind. You’d flown much further than usual, but had packed a small bag with overnight supplies in case you didn’t land near a village. You knew you needed time away, away from the demands of your family, away from the rising political tensions, away from-

You suddenly tuck your wings, barreling to the right as a ball of fire whizzes past you like a cannonball.