The sun was already going down, the sky turning a smooth orange and pink before turning to a dusk blue.
Nepo pushed his hair back, his aching muscles complaining the whole walk home. He had made small deliveries today, but with how far apart finley lived and no transportation? Walking and flying was all that he’d done all day.
He stretched his wings out, hoping they wouldn’t be cramping in the morning.
Quietly, Nepo opened the door. Not surprising, he found Rue pacing...
