Chapter 7: Flying Between Worlds
The two of us got properly dressed for a trek outdoors, but Scarlet kept putting more layers on me. Two scarfs, my thickest socks, and this girl was still telling me to wear more jackets. At this rate I wasn’t going to freeze. I was going to burn up from heat stroke.
“Do I really need these many layers?” I asked as Scarlet tucked my scarf into my second jacket.
“Trust me. It gets cold up there and you’re not covered in feathers, so if you don’t dress the part, it’s going to be an awfully short flight.” Scarlet grinned as she adjusted my earmuffs. I hated to admit she was the one with flight experience, but something about being babied like this rubbed me the wrong way.
“Fine,” I grumbled, as the two of us left the dorms. She had brought along a serie
