The Transition to Silver Wing – Part One
The clatter of silverware from breakfast had barely faded when my morning turned into chaos again. I should have expected it—after all, peace was not something my life seemed built to contain.
We had only just left the dining hall when Orryn, in his chibi stag form perched proudly on my shoulder, cleared his throat with the weight of someone about to make an earth-shattering announcement.
[Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the grand Emerald Mansion Hall Tour! Today's highlight: the sacred march to the legendary Silver Wing!]
I froze mid-step. "Orryn. No."
He ignored me, puffing out his tiny chest like a performer on stage. The marble corridor stretched endlessly before us, lit by tall glass windows that spilled morning light across velvet carpets. Several maids trailed behind, balancing an unreasonable number of luggage pieces stacked high on golden trolleys. The sight might have been dignified if not for the prancing narration in my ear.
