“Similar story,” Condor responded. “My father disappeared before I hatched and I was raised mostly by my mother. Ha, or myself. It doesn’t matter in the end though, right? They’re all the same in the end.” She went silent for a moment, thinking.
"Yeh, pretty much." Cyprus said.
(Ooo that’s a cool one… I’d think a dark dark brown, with stars under the wings. Probably a little lighter built than pure mud but mostly MudWing in appearance que no?)
(Super cool. I think Matty drew one once...)
“Oh.” Condor stared out at the sand dunes. “I mean theoretically, but I’m in no rush. Nothing to do back there anyway.”
"Yeah, I get that." The Leafwing nodded. "So what do ya want to do then?" He asked curiously, peering at her a little closer.
“Well,” she said. “Like I said, nothing but sand dunes and bandits out there. Where are you headed? It seems your life is considerably more interesting than mine.”
"Poisonous Jungles and carnivorous plants, beastly dragons and stinging ants." Cyprus rolled his eyes a little.
“Ha!” Condor barked out a laugh. “I couldn’t make a rhyme to save my life. Maybe cheesy poetry is your calling.”
