275 - A Winged Thing

"…f you don't mind telling me, Gannara. Have you written to your shadow parents yet?" Initaeran's face wasn't judgmental, just her calm, quiet face. Gannara lay on the massage table, the head of it angled up so it was almost a seat rather than a flat table, a towel over his middle, looking up at the bright mobile twitching and dancing in the steady onshore wind. The open, roofed room was high