Nice Bird~
Sethlyan Callan
The Mew, Aleron
Bolt’s long skree-skree announced her return. Seth held up his arm, and she fisted straight away.
“Go on,” Aengus prodded. “Check for a message.”
Seth thumbed off the cap and shook out the scroll. He told himself it was just the message Aengus had sketched. Hoping otherwise was delusional nonsense. Then he uncurled the paper, and the skeptic in him died.
The crescent moon was easy enough to recognize. Beneath it read,
NICE BIRD
The odd symbols scrawled across the bottom stumped him.
“Teeth?”
Gaven and Aengus shouldered in for a look.
“Murdoch’s friend draws worse than you,” said Aengus.
“Not teeth,” said Gaven. “Flat on the bottom. Rounded on top. They’re supposed to be stones. Like standing stones.”
Seth counted. “Twelve.”
“Wonderfu
