A Fateful FlightOnce the two snufflers had settled down, they no longer showed any interest in Windy3. They actually seemed docile and no longer threatening, and appeared more affectionate to each other than anything to fear.
Gypsy asked them to lead us back to the clearing.
They almost looked like two squids caressing each other as they pounded a path ahead of us through the underbrush. The occasional tree fell on the way with a leafy crash.
The snakes followed along the path widened two snuffler widths. I walked with Horace on my right and Windy3 on my left. Gypsy walked behind us, sniffing the air.
“Why are some Immortals called the Counsel of Immortals?” I asked Windy3.
“I can’t remember being around more than a couple years ago. But the stories I heard claimed that the Angels we
