Bluetooth soared high above Manida Land, wings outstretched, eyes sharp, heart anxious.
"Where… where could she be?" he muttered to himself, scanning every corner of the massive city from the skies.
The Water-Attributed Falcon, once proud and aloof, now looked like a lovesick bird chasing after a dream—and that dream came in the form of a pink-feathered beauty. Elegant wings, divine feathers, and eyes that looked down on him like he wasn't even worth a worm.
Bluetooth's face flushed.
"She noticed me. I know she did…" he whispered, feathers ruffling from both wind and excitement. "Why else would she scoff and fly away? That was definitely a sign!"
But he wasn't just flying for love. His Master, Apollo, had given him a task—Find a place where beggars could stay, somewhere safe, hidden, cheap, and preferably not filled with rat stew.
It was proving more difficult than expected.
