Morgan
The beds of my nails stung as I stuffed my blanket into my pillowcase. It was thin and I couldn"t imagine it would be very effective against the elements, but it was all I had. It turned out that I wasn"t very prepared for running away at all. My shoes weren"t made for walking and I didn"t have a backpack. Nor could I get one without raising suspicions.
Pinky jumped up and down the bed, flapping her wings.
"No, it"s not time to play," I told her sternly while I put the medical supplies I stole into the pillowcase.
My raven croaked and hopped a little circle.
"We"ll dance later," I promised. Escaping with a bird in tow wasn"t going to be particularly easy, and Pinky could be trusted to stay quiet. Gus" goose was another matter. I"d only met Goose a couple of times now, and I was
