Day Eighty-One And Three Quarters
Dear Diary,
Dare cuddles me against his chest while his wings pulse in a regular rhythm. As we slice through the clouds, my body feels weightless, warm and protected. Hours pass. My eyes flutter closed. I drift off to sleep.
After a while, my body feels heavy again. The airy sense of flight transforms into the swaying motion of Dare’s heavy stride.
I force my eyes open. The sun hangs low in the sky. It’s late afternoon. Sunset isn’t for hours yet. Works for me.
I peep around. We’ve landed in a small village that rests on a sheet of frozen water. Large round huts are encased with layers of ice. Wide trails meander through the dwellings. Beyond the village, an ice wall towers up into the clouds. An odd kind of gray light twinkles within its depths. Magi
