Kyun flew through the sky, her feathers slicing the air.
She loved this feeling of freedom, height and the wind beneath her wings.
But today wasn't just about flying, she had someone to meet. The only mortal who had ever truly seen her.
It had been three months since their first encounter. Back then, when that woman's eyes met hers, Kyun had frozen.
No mortal should have been able to see her. And yet—Amyra had looked at her.
Kyun had half expected her to be another monster like that scary dungeon lady.
But Amyra was different. She was warm and gentle in a way Kyun couldn't name but immediately trusted.
There was something familiar about her as if a part of her already knew this woman.
From that day forward, their secret meetings began.
Each day, in a quiet corner of the academy garden, Kyun would land in her lap and rant about everything.
Her reckless mortal Bond. His absurd training hours. The weird cat girl. And Amyra listened.
With that same soft and patient smile.
