I leaned back, letting the warmth of the fire soak into my skin. The bird still hadn’t moved.
I still had no idea where it came from or how it knew where to find those things to make fire.
Better still, how did it know that I needed them?
I sighed.
Birds around here were really quite strange, weren’t they?
First it was the one from the other night who... Hold on a moment...
I paused, my eyes shifting back to the bird as my thoughts went back to that night.
Now that I actually think about it, something about it felt... familiar.
My brows pulled together as my mind drifted. The bird that left the ring.
It looked just like this one.
What if...
“You,” I muttered under my breath, narrowing my eyes. “It was you, wasn’t it?”
The bird tilted its head slightly, as if acknowledging me.
