Twenty-One
“How about that one?” I point to the half-finished sketch of a wing that might belong to a phoenix.
“No, I think that’s more feathery than the look she’s going for,” Chase says. “I’ve got this one, which is based on sprite and sylph wings, very long and wispy. That one over there has just a bit of a feathery influence, so she might be open to it. And this one … well, it’s a bit different.”
We’re sitting on Chase’s living room floor with some of the furniture pushed aside so there’s space for the sketches we’ve spread out around us. Despite my intention to return to Ryn’s house last night, I never woke up from my brief rest—which turned out to be not so brief, as I discovered when Chase woke me some time this morning. I was highly confused for at least five seconds before I re
